Chapter 1,171 I Am Meng Hao!

With the arrival of the old man, he waved his hand, and dozens of people behind him scattered and turned into long rainbows, sweeping across the entire island to search and verify.

The old man spread his consciousness and tried to find it, but found nothing. Frowning, he asked the three monks, one woman and two men, who had given the warning.

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

At this moment, a jade slip flew out of the old man's storage bag, shining. After he grabbed it, he scanned it with his consciousness, his face was full of doubts, and he gritted his teeth for a long time.

"I found this person, he... he is in the ancestral pavilion in the center of the island!" The old man shook his body and ran straight to the center of the island, and announced it. Soon, all the monks scattered on the island came here.

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

Soon, the old man came to the center of the island. As soon as he arrived, he saw the disciple who had been telling him by the jade slip was kneeling there tremblingly. In front of this person was the ancestral pavilion.

This ancestral pavilion was a wooden house. It was very ordinary and there was nothing surprising. Even in recent years, many monks came here to worship and were curious in their hearts. Why can this completely ordinary wooden house be called the ancestral pavilion?

At this moment, in this wooden house, Meng Hao stood there with his back to them, looking at everything in the wooden house. His eyes were gentle. He saw two statues in this wooden house, sitting together and staring at each other.

Both statues were wearing red robes, which were the clothes they wore when they got married, and they smiled at each other. Holding hands, the statues had their own charm, as if they were real people.

One was Meng Hao, and the other was Xu Qing...

Meng Hao stood there. Looking at the two statues, he was like a madman, and memories like a tide emerged in his mind.

Outside the ancestral pavilion, the old man looked at Meng Hao's back. With just one glance, he felt the terrifying and indescribable pressure from Meng Hao. Fortunately, the pressure did not dissipate. The old man felt that if it dissipated, everything here would be destroyed in an instant.

He took a breath and did not dare to speak. Instead, he stood there respectfully. No matter who the person in front of him was, he could not stop this kind of cultivation even if he wanted to. However, in secret, he had crushed the jade slip and asked the strong men of the sect to come as soon as possible.

As for the disciples who had been searching around before, they all came one by one at this moment. They all stood outside the ancestral pavilion, not daring to speak, and were trembling with fear.

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

"It was... all the predecessors in the Southern Region who knew the Saint Ancestor, who carved them together."

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

The old man nodded and was about to speak, but when he saw Meng Hao's face, he was stunned as if thunder roared. Not only him, but all the cultivators here were stunned.

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

Exactly the same!!

However, the real person in front of them seemed to have some vicissitudes of life, not as young as the statue.

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

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

"Saint Ancestor!!"

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

When the old man and those disciples were all in an uproar, there was a roar in the sky in the distance, at least hundreds of long rainbows, roaring, in the front, there was a middle-aged man, he was originally angry, but when he approached, he was also stunned when he saw Meng Hao.

"Saint Ancestor!!"

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

"I want to stay here alone for one night. Thank you for helping me take care of this place over the years." Meng Hao said, and waved his right hand in the air. Hundreds of bottles of elixirs flew out and fell on everyone.

After turning around, Meng Hao walked into the wooden house. The door of the house slowly closed. Soon, the light of the lamp appeared outside along the paper window of the wooden house.

Outside the wooden house, there was silence. The middle-aged man who came and the hundreds of people he brought were all in disbelief at this moment. They looked at each other and communicated with each other, not daring to speak loudly. Soon, they retreated and sat cross-legged around. The communication of the jade slips was transmitted from them back to the Blood Demon Mountain in a very short time, and then from the Blood Demon Mountain to the entire Southern Region.

For Meng Hao, this night was one of the few times he showed his emotions after leaving the Southern Star, and it was also one of the few times he was calm and peaceful. He sat in this wooden house, looking at the statues of himself and Xu Qing, and kept looking at them like this, as if he had forgotten the time.

But this night was a sleepless night for the entire Southern Region. After the news that a figure suspected to be Meng Hao appeared on the Holy Island spread to all the sects and families in the Southern Region, countless old-generation cultivators who had fought with Meng Hao were all moved.

For many years, after Meng Hao left, there were reports of figures suspected to be Meng Hao appearing, but this time, it seemed different. The news from the Blood Demon Sect clearly stated that the cultivation level of this person suspected to be Meng Hao was unfathomable.

And most importantly, he is on the Holy Island, so whether he is or not, the strong men of the entire Southern Region will rush there immediately without hesitation. If it is really Meng Hao, they will pay homage. If not... then those who dare to blaspheme the Holy Ancestor of the entire Southern Region will have to bear the wrath of the entire Southern Region.

Meng Hao's identity has long been supreme in the Southern Region after the battle that year. He is recognized by the Southern Region cultivators as one of the three great Holy Ancestors. The other two are Dan Gui and the Song Family Patriarch.

In that battle, all the peak strong men in the Southern Region were left with only the three of them, and then Dan Gui became an immortal and left, becoming a mythical figure, while the Song Family Patriarch was too seriously injured that year and could not come out of seclusion.

Meng Hao left here, but because of Meng Hao's seal on the North, the spiritual energy of the Southern Region gradually recovered, and the Sin Mountain was still there, which made Meng Hao's name even more glorious.

As a result, the Ziyun Sect and the Song Family became holy places, and they were ranked alongside the Blood Demon Sect as the three most powerful forces in the Southern Region. Because of the shock of the wedding, the island was defined as a holy island by the cultivators of the entire Southern Region to commemorate Meng Hao and Xu Qing.

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

Even... deep in the Song Family, the ancestor of the Song Family, who had been in seclusion for many years, opened his vicissitudes of life. After listening to the clan members reporting the matter to him, he was silent for a moment, slowly stood up, walked out of the Song Family with vicissitudes of life and fatigue, and led the Song Family members to the Holy Island.

The departure of the ancestor of the Song Family made the Southern Region even more sensational. Overnight, almost all the cultivators' eyes and discussions were focused on the Holy Island!

At midnight, the ancestor of the Song family arrived at the Holy Island. Behind him were many members of the Song family. Among them was a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face. Although she looked a little vicissitudes, it was still possible to see that she must have been a beautiful woman when she was young.

She was Song Jia.

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

Until this night, when the news of Meng Hao's return came out, she came out of her retreat and calmly accompanied the ancestor of the Song family to come together.

The arrival of the ancestor of the Song family immediately shocked all the cultivators on the Holy Island. After paying homage to him, they dispersed and made way for each other, allowing the ancestor of the Song family to come to the wooden house.

He looked at the lights coming through the paper windows of the wooden house, and his dim eyes gradually revealed a sharp light. His old body slowly became like a sword out of its sheath, exuding a sharp momentum.

All around him, the cultivators 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 thunder, spreading in all directions, causing the sky to roll, the earth to tremble faintly, and the surrounding lakes to stir up endless ripples.

"Senior Song, please come in." After a while, Meng Hao's voice with emotion 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 the eyes of everyone. He looked at the ancestor of the Song family with a look of nostalgia, as if he had returned to the past, when a group of people from the north had stopped the invasion.

The moment he saw Meng Hao, the ancestor of the Song family had a strong gleam in his eyes. After he looked carefully, his body trembled slightly, and he laughed up to the sky. His smile was filled with joy, and he was even more excited to meet an old friend.

He walked towards Meng Hao and stepped into the wooden house. The door of the wooden house slowly closed again.

"It's him..." Song Jia was in the crowd, looking at Meng Hao who had appeared before. She murmured softly, with some complexity in her eyes.

One night passed slowly. More and more monks came to the wooden house. The monks from the Purple Luck Sect, the Blood Demon Sect, and all the monks who had fought against the invasion of the North with Meng Hao in the past came. Until the inside and outside of the Holy Island were full of monks. Even at the edge of the lake on the Holy Island, there were densely packed monks. Everyone had respect in their eyes, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

They knew that the ancestor of the Song family had entered the wooden house, and this meant only 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 had fought on the battlefield with Meng Hao hoped to see their comrades again. Those who had no chance to see Meng Hao hoped to see the ancestor's style.

No one spoke, kept quiet, and waited for the moment when the door opened. (To be continued.)R1052

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