Chapter 1,170 This Is My Home

As the sound echoed and spread around, when the black earth shook, in the land of the black earth, among the Wushen tribe, there was a towering altar. This altar was heavily guarded, and it was the highest altar in the entire Wushen tribe. Second only to the existence of the Holy Mountain.

Few people know why this altar is so special. There are rules in the clan rules of the Wushen Tribe that allow generations of clan members to worship this altar in addition to worshiping the holy mountain.

At the edge of the altar, there is a courtyard. This courtyard is very ordinary and does not look luxurious at all. However, in the minds of the entire Wushen tribe, this courtyard is second only to the holy mountain and the altar.

Because there is an old man living in this courtyard. This old man has endless wisdom. He is the Dinghai Shenzhen of the entire Wushen tribe. As long as he is here, the status of the Wushen tribe is supreme. With him, all the forces in Motu will not be affected. Dare to offend the Wushen tribe.

As for this old man, he was the former clan leader of the Crow God Tribe. Even though he is no longer the clan leader now, in the Crow God Tribe, every generation of clan leader would come to respectfully ask for an audience if something big happened.

He can even depose any clan leader. It can be said that he is the real person in power within the Wushen Tribe.

But today, when the black soil is shaking, and the sound from the holy mountain is spreading in all directions, in the house in this courtyard, an old man who has been sitting cross-legged and meditating, suddenly trembles. He opens his eyes, and his eyes are turbid. Dissipated in this moment, he breathed quickly and walked out suddenly. When he reached the courtyard, he raised his head and saw the silhouette of the holy mountain in the distance at a glance.

at the same time. The altar also shook violently at this moment. It seems that there is something inside, awakening from the altar, and trying to break out.

In the sky, Meng Hao looked coldly at the young man in black. The young man's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to continue to avoid him, Meng Hao raised his sleeve with his right hand and flicked it. The color of the sky and the earth changes, and the wind and clouds roll back. A force that the young man in black could not resist. Suddenly it rolled up on him, he let out a shrill scream, and his body exploded with a bang, turning into a bat. Just break free and run away.

"You can't escape." When Meng Hao said calmly, he grabbed hard with his right hand. With this grab, his palm seemed to become a five-finger mountain, and suddenly, he went straight to grab the bat.

The bat screamed in fear, black and red lights flashed all over its body, and it seemed to be moving, heading straight into the distance. The moment was endless, and it fled quickly, but it escaped no matter what. There were huge pillars all around it, as if they were collapsing. When they collapsed, the bat laughed miserably, unable to resist any longer. Being pinned down by this rootless pillar.

Then the pillar disappeared and became the palm of Meng Hao's hand. The bat was now in his palm. Meng Hao looked calm and looked down at the people at the foot of the mountain.

"Lord Meng Hao, is it...is it you..." An old voice came from the courtyard of the Wushen Department. The old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life was looking at Meng Hao in the sky with excitement at this moment. .

At the same time, there was a bang, and the altar next to it exploded. A wolf covered in white suddenly flew out. When it roared to the sky, it saw Meng Hao. Its eyes were wet. In an instant, it flew out and headed straight for Meng Hao. Come, next to Meng Hao, it made a purring sound, full of joy.

"Da Mao..." Meng Hao looked at the giant white wolf and murmured softly when his eyes fell on the old man in the courtyard of the Wushen Department. This old man was Wu Chen.

"Wuchen..." Before Meng Hao's eyes, the young man who had followed him and migrated all the way appeared in Meng Hao's eyes. Now, the young man had become an old man. When scenes from the past appeared in Meng Hao's mind, his expression softened, and his body swayed, and he descended into Wuchen. Kambu.

"Wuchen pays homage to the Holy Ancestor!" Wuchen was excited and immediately knelt down to worship. The tribesmen of the Wushen tribe around him all stared blankly at Meng Hao. They were no strangers to Meng Hao. They had always been worshiping Meng Hao's statue. bye.

"You haven't paid homage to the Holy Ancestor yet!" Wu Chen turned around and roared, and immediately all the clan members in the tribe knelt down to worship.

The entire Wushen tribe was in a state of shock, and the entire Motu was boiling. Meng Hao’s return, in a short period of time,

The news spread throughout the entire Motu, and countless tribal elders and clan heads came out from all directions to pay their respects to Meng Hao.

The Wu Chen Tribe held a huge feast for this purpose, which lasted for three full days. Meng Hao left. Before leaving, he gave Wu Chen a lot of elixirs and magic weapons. As for Da Mao, Meng Hao wanted to Take it away, but after hesitation, it chooses to stay.

It has been enshrined by the Crow God tribe for too long. It has long had deep feelings for this place. It is willing to stay here and continue to protect it. Meng Hao remained silent. With his help, Da Mao's cultivation level improved to a higher level. It gained more longevity.

Meng Hao left and entered the Southern Territory from Motu.

The entire Southern Star, the Southern Territory, was Meng Hao's most unforgettable place. He grew up here, fought here, met Xu Qing here, got married here, and experienced everything here.

He even fought for this place back then!

The moment he stepped from Motu to the Southern Territory, Meng Hao found the familiarity in his memory. What was familiar was not the mountains and rivers, but the atmosphere here.

The smell of home.

"Southern Territory..." Meng Hao murmured softly, and walked forward like an ordinary monk. He went to the Cave of Purity, the Ancient Temple of Tai'e, and visited many places where he had left footprints, and Those various sects, as well as the Song family.

He just took a look and left.

Until Meng Hao came to the place where Zhao State used to be, where he saw the lake. There were countless buildings built around the lake, which looked like a holy place, guarded by many cultivators, and even sealed around it, not allowing outsiders to enter.

These seals could not stop Meng Hao. He penetrated the seals directly and appeared on the island in the middle of the lake. Looking at the surrounding vegetation and the rippling lake water, Meng Hao seemed to see the first wedding scene with Xu Qing here.

At that time, Dan Gui presided over the wedding, and Chu Yuyan was also here. Almost all the sects and families came to congratulate, and many independent cultivators came. It was very lively in all directions.

At that time, the island was decorated with a festive atmosphere, and lights and decorations were hung everywhere...

Meng Hao walked on the island with memories in his eyes. What he saw slowly overlapped with the memories in his mind, as if... dreaming back to the past, and returning to the wedding ceremony of that year.

"Qing'er..." Meng Hao murmured, his heart aching. His vision was blurry. He seemed to see a woman in red clothes standing in front of him. She was a little shy, but her eyes were bright. When she looked at him, she was gentle, like autumn water.

Looking at the illusory figure in front of him, Meng Hao smiled. He walked on the island. He was familiar with every place here. This was the home he and Xu Qing chose at the earliest time.

Time passed slowly. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the lake, reflecting a different kind of beauty, making the island seem to become golden. Meng Hao stood on the edge of the island, looking at the lake, his expression a little depressed.

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

"Huh? Which sect are you from? Why are you here?" The voice was surprised and questioned. When Meng Hao turned around, he glanced at the three monks who walked out of the island behind him.

These three people, two men and one woman, were seen by Meng Hao when he came to the island before. At that time, the three people were cleaning the island with pious expressions. After seeing this, Meng Hao did not disturb them, but walked on the island by himself.

"This is a holy place. No one is allowed to enter without permission. If you trespass, you will be severely punished. Bring me your entry and exit token!" The woman was not very old, and her words were sharp. As soon as she spoke, the two men beside her immediately looked at each other fiercely and surrounded Meng Hao.

"I don't have a token." Meng Hao shook his head. At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face. When the three monks saw it, one of the men was stunned for a moment and felt that Meng Hao looked familiar. Not only did he feel this way, but the other two men and women also felt the same way. But now is not the time to think too much. When they heard Meng Hao say that he didn't have a token, the three men's expressions changed drastically.

"How dare you! This is the former residence of the Holy Ancestor. Any cultivator in the entire Southern Region cannot enter this place without permission. What do you think this place is? How dare you enter without permission and desecrate the holy place!" The woman immediately said angrily. When she pinched her right hand, a spell appeared. She even took out a jade slip and immediately crushed it to inform the fellow disciples outside.

"I don't think this place is any place. This is... my home." Meng Hao said softly.

"Your home? Ridiculous. This is the former residence of the Holy Ancestor. Here..." One of the men sneered and said while pinching his right hand, a spell appeared.

Meng Hao did not argue, but shook his head, with reminiscence in his eyes. He sighed softly and disappeared when he took a step.

Almost at the moment he disappeared, the spells of the three cultivators, one woman and two men, flew out at the same time, but fell into nothingness. They watched Meng Hao's figure dissipate and were immediately shocked. After looking at each other, they all felt horrified in their hearts.

"Do you think this person looks familiar?" The woman asked subconsciously. Almost at the same time, the man beside her also said something subconsciously.

"He said this is his home? But this is the former residence of the Holy Ancestor. Who does he think he is? He thinks he is the Holy Ancestor?" After the man finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes wide. At this moment, the other two monks all changed their expressions, took a breath, and lost their voices in disbelief.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

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

When the three were shocked, dozens of long rainbows came from a distance. The first one was an old man with a majestic face. When he approached, anger appeared in his eyes.

"Who has eaten the phoenix heart and dragon gall, and dared to break into the former residence of the Holy Ancestor!!" (To be continued) R466

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