As the old man arrived, he waved his hand, and the dozens of people behind him immediately dispersed and turned into a rainbow, immediately sweeping across the entire island to search and verify.

As for the old man, his spiritual consciousness spread and he tried to search, but found nothing. When he frowned, he asked the three monks, the woman, the two men, and the warning.

When he heard the three people say that the intruder looked exactly like the Holy Ancestor, the old man's expression changed. Then, when he heard the three people say that this place was his home, the old man took a breath.

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At this moment, a glistening jade slip flew out of the old man's storage bag. After grabbing it, he glanced at it with a look of shock and confusion, and gritted his teeth for a long time.

"We found this person. He...he is in the Ancestral Pavilion in the center of the island!" The old man swayed and went straight to the center of the island. He even announced. Soon, all the monks scattered on the island went straight to this place.

Come.

The three monks followed immediately. They were very nervous at the moment. The reason for their nervousness was not that someone had intruded here, but the identity of the intruder!

Soon, the old man arrived at the center of the island. As soon as he arrived, he saw the disciple who had previously told him through the jade slip, kneeling there tremblingly. In front of him was the ancestral pavilion.

This ancestral pavilion is a wooden house. It is very ordinary. There is nothing surprising. Even over the years, many monks have come here to worship, and they are curious in their hearts. They wonder why this completely ordinary wooden house can be called the ancestral pavilion.

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In this wooden house at the moment, Meng Hao had his back to them. He was standing there, looking at everything in the wooden house, his eyes soft. He saw two statues in this wooden house, sitting together, staring at each other.

Both statues are wearing red robes, which are the clothes worn when getting married. They are smiling at each other and holding hands. The statues have their own charm, just like real people.

One is Meng Hao. The other is Xu Qing...

Meng Hao stood there, looking at the two statues, as if he was in a daze, and memories came to his mind like a flood.

Outside the ancestral pavilion, the old man looked at Meng Hao's back. With just one glance, he felt the terrifying indescribable pressure coming from Meng Hao. Fortunately, the pressure did not dissipate. The old man felt that if

If they disperse, everything here will be wiped out in an instant.

He took a breath and did not dare to speak. Instead, he stood there respectfully. No matter who the identity of the person in front of him was, with this kind of cultivation, he could not stop him even if he tried to block it, but secretly he had crushed it.

Jade slip, ask the strong men of the sect to come as soon as possible.

As for the disciples who were searching around before, they all arrived one by one at this moment and stood outside the ancestral pavilion, not daring to speak, and all of them were terrified.

"Who carved these two statues?" After a while, Meng Hao suddenly spoke. When the voice came out, the old man trembled inwardly and answered subconsciously.

"Yes...all the seniors who knew the Holy Ancestor from the Southern Region worked together to carve it."

"Are you disciples of the Blood Demon Sect?" Meng Hao turned around and looked at the old man.

The old man nodded and was about to speak, but after seeing Meng Hao's face, his whole body seemed to be roared by thunder. Not only him, but all the monks here were stunned.

Almost subconsciously, their eyes moved away from Meng Hao and landed on the statue they could see behind Meng Hao.

Exactly the same!!

However, the real person in front of me seems to have experienced some vicissitudes of life, and is not as young as the one engraved in the statue.

"You...you are..." The old man breathed quickly and murmured.

"I am Meng Hao." Meng Hao said calmly.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

"It's actually... the Holy Ancestor, this... how is this possible!"

When the old man and the disciples were all in an uproar, there was a roar in the sky in the distance, and at least hundreds of rainbows came roaring towards them. The one at the front was a middle-aged man. He originally had an angry look on his face, but as he approached,

The moment he saw Meng Hao, he was also stunned.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

There was an uproar all around, and Meng Hao pondered and spoke slowly.

"I want to stay here alone for one night. Thank you for helping me take care of this place all these years." Meng Hao said, waving his right hand in the air, and hundreds of bottles of pills flew out and fell to everyone.

After turning around, Meng Hao walked into the wooden house. The door of the house was slowly closed. Soon, the light of the light was revealed along the paper windows of the wooden house.

Outside the wooden house, there was silence. The middle-aged man who came and the hundreds of people he brought with him were all in disbelief. They looked at each other and communicated with each other, not daring to speak loudly. Soon, they retreated and crossed their legs.

Sitting around, the sound transmissions from the jade slips were transmitted from them back to the Blood Demon Mountain in a very short time, and from the Blood Demon Mountain to the entire Southern Territory.

For Meng Hao, this night was one of the few times he showed his emotions after leaving Nantianxing, and it was also one of the few moments of peace and tranquility. He sat in this wooden house, looking at the statues of himself and Xu Qing,

I kept looking at it like this, as if I had forgotten the time.

But this night was a sleepless night for the entire Southern Territory. As the news that a figure suspected of Meng Hao had appeared on the Holy Island spread throughout all the sects and families in the Southern Territory, countless people who had worked with Meng Hao

The older generation of monks who fought with Hao were all moved.

Over the years, since Meng Hao left, there have been rumors about the appearance of a figure suspected of Meng Hao, but this time, it seems to be different. The news from the Blood Demon Sect clearly states that this person is suspected of being Meng Hao.

, the level of cultivation is so high that it is unfathomable.

And the most important thing is that he is on the Holy Island, so regardless of whether he is or not, the powerful men in the entire Southern Region will rush there immediately without hesitation. If it is really Meng Hao, they will worship him. If not...

Then the Saint Ancestor who dares to blaspheme the entire Southern Territory will have to bear the wrath of the entire Southern Territory.

Meng Hao's identity in the Southern Territory has long been supreme after the battle that year. He is recognized by the monks in the Southern Territory as the three great saint ancestors. The other two are, one is Dangui and the other is the ancestor of the Song family.

In that battle, only the three of them were left among all the peak experts in the Southern Territory. After that, Dan Gui became an immortal and left, becoming a mythical and legendary figure. However, the ancestor of the Song family was too seriously injured and could not leave seclusion.

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Meng Hao came here and then left, but due to Meng Hao's seal on the North Territory, the aura of the Southern Territory gradually recovered, and the Sin Mountain was still there, which made Meng Hao's name even more glorious.

The Ziyun Sect, as well as the Song family, have become holy places as a result. Together with the Blood Demon Sect, they have become the three peak forces in the Southern Territory. And this island was also shocked by the wedding that year and was regarded by the entire Southern Territory.

The monks defined it as a holy island to commemorate Meng Hao and Xu Qing.

That night, all the sects in the Southern Territory, whether they were the older generation who participated in the war or those who were born later, all flew out and headed straight for the Holy Island.

Even...in the depths of the Song family, the ancestor of the Song family who had been in seclusion for many years opened his eyes to the vicissitudes of life. After listening to his clan members reporting the matter to him, he was silent for a moment and stood up slowly, with vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.

, walked out of the Song family, took the Song family members, and headed straight for the Holy Island.

The ancestor of the Song family made an even greater sensation in the southern region. Overnight, almost all the monks' eyes and conversations were focused on the Holy Island!

At midnight, the ancestor of the Song family arrived at the Holy Island. He was followed by many members of the Song family. Among them was a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face. Although she was a little vicissitudes of life, it could still be seen that she must have been a beautiful woman when she was young.

woman.

She is Song Jia.

Because of Meng Hao, Song Jia has a very special status in the entire Song clan. Over the years, she has not formed a Taoist partner with anyone, and has always practiced alone and silently.

It was not until that night, when the news of Meng Hao's return came out, that she walked out of seclusion and peacefully accompanied the ancestor of the Song family, arriving together.

The arrival of the ancestor of the Song family immediately shocked all the monks on the holy island. After paying homage to each other, they parted ways, allowing the ancestor of the Song family to arrive in front of the wooden house.

He looked at the light coming from the paper window of the wooden house, his dim eyes gradually revealed his sparkle, and his old body slowly exuded a fierce momentum like an unsheathed sword.

All around him, the monks here were very nervous and looked at the ancestor of the Song family.

"Is it Brother Meng?" The ancestor of the Song family took a deep breath and suddenly spoke. His voice was like a roar of thunder, spreading in all directions, causing the wind and clouds in the sky to stir, the earth to tremble faintly, and the surrounding lakes to create endless ripples.

"Senior Song, please come in." After a while, Meng Hao's emotional voice came from the wooden house. As the voice came out, the door of the wooden house slowly opened, and Meng Hao's figure appeared in everyone's eyes.

, he looked at the ancestor of the Song family with a look of reminiscence, as if he had gone back to the time when a group of them stopped the invasion of the North.

The moment he saw Meng Hao, the ancestor of the Song family's eyes shone brightly. After he looked carefully, his body trembled slightly, and he looked up to the sky and laughed. There was joy in his smile, and he was even more excited to meet old friends.

He took a step towards Meng Hao. After stepping into the wooden house, the door of the wooden house slowly closed again.

"It's him..." Song Jia murmured softly in the crowd, looking at Meng Hao who had revealed his figure before, with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes.

As the night passed slowly, more and more monks arrived outside the wooden house. The Purple Luck Sect, the Blood Demon Sect, and all the monks who had resisted the invasion of the North together with Meng Hao, all arrived, until this holy island

There are monks inside and outside, and even at the edge of the holy island lake, there are densely packed monks surrounding him. Everyone has respect in their eyes, just like a pilgrim.

They knew that the ancestor of the Song family had entered the wooden house, and this could only mean one thing... The other party was indeed the ancestor Meng Hao who had left that year!

This news excited everyone and made everyone look forward to it. The monks who fought on the battlefield with Meng Hao hoped to see their comrades again, and those who had not had the opportunity to see Meng Hao hoped to catch a glimpse of the Saint Ancestor.
Chapter completed!