With the echo of the voice, spread all around, when the ink soil shook, in the land of the ink soil, in the Wu God tribe, there is a towering altar, this altar is heavily guarded, it is the entire Wu God tribe, second only to the holy mountain.

Few people know why this altar is so special, and there are clan rules in the Wushen tribe, so that generations of clansmen will worship this altar in addition to worshipping the holy mountain.

At the edge of this altar, there is a courtyard, this courtyard is very ordinary, it does not look the slightest luxury, but in the minds of the entire Wushen tribe, it is second only to the holy mountain and the altar.

Because in this courtyard, there is an old man, this old man has endless wisdom, he is the Dinghai God Needle of the entire Wushen tribe, with him, the status of the Wushen tribe is supreme, with him, all the forces of Motu dare not offend the Wushen tribe.

And this old man, he is the former patriarch of the Wushen Tribe, even if he is no longer now, but in the Wushen Tribe, if every generation of patriarchs encounters a major event, they will come to respectfully ask for a meeting.

Even, he can remove any generation of patriarchs, it can be said that within the Wushen tribe, he is the real ruler.

But today, in this ink and soil vibrating, in the voice from the holy mountain, spread in all directions, in the courtyard of the house, a cross-legged meditative, vicissitudes of life, suddenly the body trembled, he opened his eyes, the turbidity in his eyes dissipated at this moment, he breathed rapidly, out of the sky, when he arrived in the courtyard, he raised his head, at a glance saw the holy mountain in the distance, the figure of the zài.

At the same time, the altar was also at this moment. There was a bang. It seems that there is something in it. Wake up from this altar, and rush out.

In the sky, Meng Hao looked coldly at the young man in black, this young man's face changed greatly, and when he was about to continue to avoid, Meng Hao raised his big sleeve with his right hand and flicked it, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds rolled upside down. A force that the young man in black couldn't resist. Suddenly rolled around him, he let out a terrible scream, his body exploded with a thud, turned into a bat, and was about to break free and escape.

"You can't escape. When Meng Hao opened his mouth lightly, his right hand grabbed violently, and under this grasp, his palm seemed to have become a five-fingered mountain, and suddenly, he went straight to the bat to grab it.

This bat screams in fear. There was a flash of black and red light all over the body, as if it were moving. Straight into the distance, endless in an instant, quickly escaped, but no matter how it escaped, around it, there were huge pillars without roots, as if collapsing, when it collapsed, the bat laughed miserably, could no longer resist, and was pressed by this rootless pillar.

Then the pillar disappeared and became Meng Hao's palm, and the bat was already held in his palm at this moment, Meng Hao's expression was calm, and he looked down at the people under the mountain peak.

"Lord Meng Hao, yes...... Is it you......" An old voice came from the courtyard of the Wushen Department, and the old man who had vicissitudes of life looked at Meng Hao in the sky with excitement at the moment.

At the same time, with a bang, the altar on the side burst open, and a white wolf suddenly flew out, and when it roared to the sky, it saw Meng Hao, its eyes were moist, and it flew out in an instant, and came straight to Meng Hao, beside Meng Hao, it made a whining sound, full of joy.

"Big hairy ......" Meng Hao looked at the white giant wolf, and when he muttered softly, his eyes fell on the old man in the courtyard of the Wushen Ministry, this old man, it was Wuchen.

"Wuchen ......" Meng Hao's eyes appeared in front of him the young man who migrated all the way with him, at this moment the other party has become an old man, the past scenes, when Meng Hao's mind appeared, his expression softened, his body shook, and descended on the Wushen Department.

"Wuchen greets the Holy Ancestor!" Wuchen was excited, and immediately knelt down, and the people of the Wushen tribe around him looked at Meng Hao blankly, they were no strangers to Meng Hao, Meng Hao's statue, they were always worshipping.

"Don't meet the Holy Ancestor yet!" Wuchen turned his head and roared, and immediately all these clansmen in the tribe knelt down and bowed.

The entire Wushen Department was in a sensation, the entire ink soil was boiling, and Meng Hao's return spread throughout the entire ink soil in a short period of time, and the elders and patriarchs of countless tribes all went out to meet Meng Hao from all directions.

Wushen Department, for this held a huge feast, which lasted for three whole days, Meng Hao left, before leaving, he gave Wuchen a lot of pills and magic weapons, as for Da Mao, Meng Hao wanted to take it away, but after hesitating, he chose to stay.

It has been worshiped by the Wushen tribe for too long, and it has long had a deep affection for this place, and it is willing to stay here and continue to guard, Meng Hao was silent, and with his help, Da Mao's cultivation was raised to a realm, so that it gained more longevity.

Meng Hao, gone, stepped into the Southern Regions from Motu.

The entire Nantianxing, the Southern Regions, is the most memorable place for Meng Hao, he grew up here, fought here, met Xu Qing here, married here, and ...... Went through all the qiē.

He fought for this place back then!

From the ink soil, the moment he stepped into the Southern Regions, Meng Hao found the familiarity in his memory, and the familiarity was not the mountains and rivers, but the breath here.

The smell of home.

"Southern Regions ......" Meng Hao muttered softly, like an ordinary monk, he walked forward, he went to the Xiangsheng Cave, went to the Tai'e Ancient Temple, went to many places that had left footprints, as well as the various sects, and the Song family.

He just took a look and left.

Until, Meng Hao came to the place where the former Zhao Kingdom was, where he saw the lake, and around this lake, countless buildings were built, as if it had become a holy place, guarded by many monks, and there were even seals around it, not allowing outsiders to step in.

These seals can't stop Meng Hao, between steps, he directly penetrated the seal, and when he appeared, he was already on the island in the middle of the lake, looking at the surrounding grass and trees, looking at the rippling lake, Meng Hao's eyes seemed to appear in front of him, and Xu Qing was married for the first time here.

At that time, the Dan ghost presided, Chu Yuyan was also here, almost all the sect families came to congratulate, and there were many scattered cultivators, and they were all lively in all directions.

At that time, the island was decorated with joy and lights......

Meng Hao walked on this small island with memories in his eyes, and what he saw in his eyes slowly overlapped with the memories in his mind, seeming to ...... dreamed back to the past, and returned to the wedding ceremony of the year.

"Qing'er ......" Meng Hao muttered, there was a tingling pain in his heart, his eyes were blurry, vaguely, and he seemed to see a woman, wearing red clothes, standing in front of him, a little shy, but his eyes were very bright, and when he looked at himself, he was soft, like autumn water.

Looking at the illusory figure in front of him, Meng Hao had a smile on his face, he walked on this small island, every place here, he was familiar with, this was the home he and Xu Qing chose at the earliest.

Time passed slowly, when dusk, the afterglow of the sunset fell on the surface of the lake, reflecting a different kind of beauty, making this small island seem to become golden, Meng Hao stood on the edge of the island, looking at the lake, his expression was a little down.

At this moment, suddenly, a voice came from behind Meng Hao.

"Well, which sect are you a disciple of, how come you are here?" The voice was surprised, and even more questioning, when Meng Hao turned around, he looked at the three monks who walked out of the island behind him.

These three people, two men and one woman, when Meng Hao came to this island before, he saw these three people, at that time these three people were cleaning the island, looking pious, after Meng Hao saw it, he did not bother, but walked in the island by himself.

"This holy place, you are not allowed to enter unless you are allowed to enter, if you trespass, you will be severely punished, bring your access token!" The woman was not very old, and her words were sharp when she spoke, and as soon as the words came out, the two men beside her immediately looked at Meng Hao with fierce eyes, and they scattered and faintly surrounded Meng Hao.

"I don't have a token. Meng Hao shook his head, at this moment the afterglow of the sunset fell on his face, after the three monks saw it, one of the men was stunned for a moment, and felt that Meng Hao was a little familiar, not only did he feel so, but the other men and women were the same, but now is not the time to think too much, hearing Meng Hao actually say that he did not have a token, the three of them immediately changed their expressions.

"Bold, the former residence of the Holy Ancestor, any monk in the entire Southern Regions, without permission, must not set foot in this place for half a step, what kind of place should you be, dare to trespass without permission, and desecrate the holy land!!" The woman immediately said angrily, when she pinched the trick with her right hand, she had already conjured up a spell, and even took out a jade slip, immediately crushed it, and notified the fellow door outside.

"I don't think of this place as a place, this is ...... This is my home. Meng Hao spoke softly.

"Your home, ridiculous, this is the former residence of the Holy Ancestor, here is ......" One of the men said with a sneer, pinching the trick with his right hand, and the spell transformed.

Meng Hao didn't argue, shook his head, with memories in his eyes, sighed lightly, and when he took a step, the figure disappeared.

Almost the moment he disappeared, the spells of the woman, the two men, and the three monks flew out at the same time, but they fell into nothingness, and they were taken aback when they watched Meng Hao's figure disperse, and after looking at each other, they all felt shocked in their hearts.

"Do you think this person looks a little familiar?" the woman subconsciously spoke, and almost at the same time as she spoke, the man on the side also subconsciously said.

"He said that this is his home, but this is the former residence of the Holy Ancestor, who does he think he is, and he thinks he is the Holy Ancestor?" After the man finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and the other two monks, at this moment, all changed their expressions greatly, gasped, and lost their voices in disbelief.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

He ...... He looks exactly like the Holy Ancestor!!"

When the three of them were shocked, there were dozens of Changhong, from a distance, the first person was an old man, his face was not angry and arrogant, and when the moment approached, his eyes showed anger.

"Who ate the phoenix heart gentian and dared to break into the former residence of the Holy Ancestor!!" (To be continued......)