Chapter 1169 Return to the Wushen Tribe!

Walking on the Southern Star, Meng Hao looked at the scenes that were familiar yet unfamiliar. This was his hometown in his heart, the place where he grew up and practiced. It carried his laughter, his ideals, and his vitality. Even here, there is still the atmosphere of his wedding with Xu Qing.

The wind and rain had passed long ago, and the rainbow had emerged. In the light of the rainbow in the early morning, Meng Hao walked through various places in the Eastern Land. He came to the mountains of the Immortal Ancient Dojo. The dangers that had once existed here were now visible to Meng Hao. Going has no meaning anymore.

He walked through the mountains, walked through the sky, entered the world of the ancient immortal dojo, and saw the deep pit. Here, he thought a lot.

Scenes from that year came to mind. At that time, he was being chased by everyone while holding a copper lamp. During the several days and nights here, he experienced a baptism.

It was also at that time that he truly entered the ninth mountain and sea.

Standing outside the big pit at this moment, Meng Hao sighed. As time passed, the mountain was still the same mountain, and the grass and trees were still the same, but those grass and trees were no longer the same life as before. They looked the same, but in fact, they were green in memory.

After a long time, Meng Hao left.

From the East to the North, and from the North to the Tianhe Sea, walking on the Tianhe Sea, Meng Hao looked at the big waves. He thought of many things, such as his backing ancestor, the tenth ancestor of the Wang family, and the flowers on the other side.

Until Meng Hao crossed the Tianhe Sea and came to the Western Desert, the land of the Western Desert was still submerged in the purple sea water and did not dissipate. The purple sea was calm, without life, only death.

Walking on the purple sea, Meng Hao looked around and walked away step by step.

He arrived at the place where the Crow God Department used to be. There, Meng Hao sank under the Purple Sea and saw the mountains, the valleys, and everything that had ever existed.

When he walked out of the bottom of the sea, Meng Hao told himself that he would leave traces of his life on the Southern Star. With everything in mind, Meng Hao walked across the Purple Sea and arrived at the mountain range of Duannan Mountain.

Looking at the endless mountains, it looks like a city wall. The city gate that blocks the Purple Sea, here...is Motu.

Mo Tu was different from what Meng Hao remembered. It was more prosperous, with many monks coming and going from the Southern Territory. It has led to the prosperity here, and it seems that the Southern Territory has accepted the cultivation of Motu.

Both the tribes in the Western Desert and the strength of Motu itself have cultivated and recuperated in these years and become stronger and stronger.

In this land of black soil, there used to be many monks from the North. These people have lived here for generations. Meng Hao cut off their cultivation path back then. After a certain level, they started practicing regardless. Neither of them can be promoted, and their fate is doomed. They can only atone for the invasion of the Northland here.

The Wushen Tribe has become the number one force in Motu. The tribe is huge, there are many clansmen, and there are even more sects and forces that rely on their existence.

When Meng Hao walked into Motu, he saw statues one after another, some large and some small. Every force on one side will enshrine a statue.

And the one engraved on this statue...is none other than Meng Hao!

The largest statue even had a large number of spiritual stones placed in it, and the sun shone in a flash. Colorful, erected on the highest mountain of the Black God Department in this ink.

It has become a symbol of Motu and the spiritual sustenance of Motu monks.

Every once in a while, the entire Crow God tribe will surround the statue and worship the statue like an ancestor, and today. It is the day to worship the statue.

At this moment, when Meng Hao was standing on top of the largest statue, below him, around the mountain peak, there were tens of thousands of people from the Crow God Tribe who were worshiping the statue.

No one could notice Meng Hao's appearance, as if they and Meng Hao were no longer in the same world.

"Wu Shenbu, pay homage to the Holy Ancestor!" Among the tens of thousands of people, there were more than a dozen old men, dressed in rich clothes, standing at the front of the statue, with fanaticism in their eyes, and shouted as they raised their hands.

As they chanted, tens of thousands of tribesmen around them all knelt down and worshiped. The sound was like sound waves, echoing in all directions. Every tribesman's eyes showed fanaticism. They looked at the statue, as if the statue had a will and issued an order. They can do whatever it takes to execute.

Meng Hao's statue has replaced the totem and become the symbol of the Motu monks.

Meng Hao was watching this scene in mid-air, listening to the voices of the people below. He was vaguely aware that there seemed to be some traces of incense on the statue that was worshiped by everyone. The traces were very faint and faintly visible.

"Worsen Division, worship the fifth ancestor, worship the third ancestor!" When the dozen or so old men shouted again, everyone below worshiped again. Meng Hao looked strange. He had already seen this statue of the Crow God Division. On it, in addition to himself, there is a parrot, and even the bells on the parrot's ankles are carved out.

This worship, like worshiping ancestors, lasted for a long time.

Meng Hao sighed softly and was about to leave. Suddenly, he let out a soft sigh, his eyes revealed a gleam of light, and he stood there, looking upward.

I saw that under the worship of tens of thousands of monks, each of them, in this enthusiasm, exuded the power of incense, condensed on the statue, forming an invisible impact, rushing towards the sky, making the sky A vortex appeared.

The monks below could not see this vortex, but in Meng Hao's eyes, there was nowhere to hide it.

As the vortex rotated silently, a figure slowly appeared inside it. This was a young man wearing a black robe. His appearance... was actually very similar to Meng Hao.

Only behind him, there were black wings. He flew out with an arrogant look, slowly descended, and stood on the top of the statue. He sat cross-legged there, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and the incense and fire from all around immediately poured into him.

He couldn't see Meng Hao, but Meng Hao recognized the young man in black at a glance. He was the bat monster that had followed him for a while!

And this monster has now turned into a human form, and looks very similar to himself, stealing the incense and fire sacrifices from the entire Motu.

Meng Hao looked at the bat monster coldly. At the same time, in his storage bag, the mastiff shook, opened his eyes suddenly, and revealed a touch of blood, and a cold breath emanated.

"Are you interested in it?" Meng Hao thought thoughtfully. He thought of the so-called reverse spirit bat that was fused by the mastiff in the Rufeng Realm.

The young man in black with wings was originally meditating with his eyes closed to absorb the incense from below, but suddenly, he shivered, opened his eyes suddenly, looked around suspiciously, and found nothing, but he always felt a thrilling feeling in his heart, as if some catastrophe was about to come, making him uneasy.

He roared subconsciously, and a ripple spread from his body and spread to the surroundings. When it approached Meng Hao, Meng Hao pointed with his right hand, and the ripples did not change at all and spread from his body.

The young man in black frowned. He used his magical powers to check, but did not find any clues. He wanted to ignore it, but the sense of crisis became stronger.

He had absorbed these incense here for many years and had never encountered such a thing. At this moment, he was alert and simply gritted his teeth, flew up in an instant, and was about to leave. He would rather not absorb these incense this time than suffer in that crisis.

But at the moment he was about to fly out, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with a sharp light and snorted coldly.

This cold snort was like a descent from the illusion into the real world. It instantly turned from a weak sound into a thunderbolt. The roar directly changed the color of the sky and the world. The young man in black screamed and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His figure could not be maintained in this invisible state. When it was revealed in an instant, it was immediately seen by the tens of thousands of Wushen tribe members below.

Everyone was stunned, especially the more than ten old men. After seeing the young man's face clearly, their expressions changed drastically and showed disbelief.

"Who!! Who sneak attacked me!!" The young man in black spurted blood, his voice was shrill, and his heart was shocked, but what he heard before was not Meng Hao's cold snort, but thunder.

Otherwise, at this moment, he would be so scared that he would lose the courage to speak.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

"It's the Holy Ancestor, my God, the Holy Ancestor has appeared!!"

"Greetings to the Holy Ancestor!!" The tens of thousands of Wushen tribe members below trembled one by one, and then they were extremely enthusiastic. The more than ten old men took a breath.

"I am Meng Hao, the Holy Ancestor of this place. Whoever attacked you, get out of here immediately!" The black-clothed young man suddenly opened his mouth and sucked in the incense from all around. After being absorbed by him, a strong light appeared on his body. The whole person looked like an immortal with overwhelming momentum.

"Interesting, if you are Meng Hao, then... who am I?" Meng Hao spoke calmly and walked forward. His figure walked out of the void step by step into the world and into the eyes of everyone here.

When the Wushen tribe monks saw Meng Hao, they were stunned again. They looked confused and unbelievable. They looked at Meng Hao and then at the black-clothed young man. For a moment, they didn't know which one was real and which one was fake.

In fact, they didn't need to tell. The moment the black-clothed youth saw Meng Hao, his face changed drastically, his eyes shrank, his breathing became rapid, his expression was horrified, and he screamed.

"Meng Hao...you...when did you come back!" As soon as the words came out, the black-clothed youth's scalp numbed. He suddenly realized that the thunder just now was not thunder at all, but Meng Hao's voice. Thinking of this, the black-clothed youth trembled, stepped back suddenly, and the whole person burst out with all his speed, and went away with a bang.

Meng Hao looked calm, looking at the black-clothed youth going away, took a step forward, disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared, he was already in front of the black-clothed youth.

At this moment, on the ground, tens of thousands of Wushen tribe members were trembling one by one. They had already determined that the second one to appear was their ancestor.

"Greetings to the ancestor!!"

"Wushen tribe, greet the ancestor!!"

The voice came out, the sky and the earth roared, and the whole Motu was shaking at this moment. (To be continued.) xh118R1052

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