Walking on the Nantian Star, Meng Hao looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenes around him, this is the hometown in his heart, the place where he grew up and practiced, this place carries his laughter, his ideals, his vitality, and even here, there is the breath of his wedding with Xu Qing.

The wind and rain have passed early, the rainbow has come out, in the rainbow light of the early morning, Meng Hao walked everywhere in the eastern land, he came to the mountain range of the Xiangu Dojo, the dangers that used to be here, at this moment, in Meng Hao's view, there is no meaning.

He walked through the mountains, walked through the sky, walked into the world of the Immortal Ancient Dojo, saw the deep pit, and here, he thought a lot.

The scenes of that year came to mind, at that time, he was hunted down by everyone with a bronze lamp, and he experienced a baptism for several days and nights here.

It was also that time that he really walked into the ninth mountain and sea.

Standing outside the pit at this moment, Meng Hao sighed, the years have passed, the mountain is still the same mountain, the grass and trees are still the same, but those plants and trees are no longer the life of the year, it seems to be the same, but in fact, it is the blue color in the memory.

After a long time, Meng Hao left.

From the east to the north, and from the north, into the Tianhe Sea, walking on the Tianhe Sea, Meng Hao looked at the waves, he thought of a lot, such as the ancestor of the backer, such as the tenth ancestor of the Wang family, such as the flower on the other side.

Until Meng Hao crossed the Tianhe Sea and came to the West Desert, the land of the West Desert was still submerged by the purple sea water, and it did not dissipate, the purple sea was calm, there was no 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 Wushen Department was located back then. Over there. Meng Hao sank under the purple sea. I saw the mountains that once were, the valleys that once were, and the qiē that we once had.

When he walked out of the seabed, Meng Hao told himself that he wanted to keep in mind the traces of his life in the South Sky Star, and stepping on the purple sea, Meng Hao came to the mountain range of Broken South Mountain.

Look at the endless mountains. Looking at the city gate that is like a city wall, blocking the purple sea, here...... It's ink.

The ink soil is different from Meng Hao's memory, it is more prosperous here, there are many monks, and the coming and going with the southern region has driven the prosperity here, and it seems that the southern region has accepted the cultivation of the ink soil.

Whether it was the tribes of the Western Desert or the strength of Motu itself, they all cultivated and recuperated in these years. Stronger and stronger.

In this land of ink, there were many monks from the north. These people have lived here for generations, and they were cut off from the path of cultivation by Meng Hao, and after a certain number of years, no matter how they practice, they could not be promoted, and they were doomed to fate, and they could only atone for the invasion of the northern land here.

And the Wushen Department has become the first force in Motu, with a huge tribe and many clansmen, and there are more sects and forces that depend on them to survive.

When Meng Hao walked into the ink soil, he saw one statue after another, these statues were large and small, but every side of the force would worship a statue.

And the statue is engraved ...... It's Meng Hao!

The largest statue was even put into a large number of spirit stones, and the sun flickered and was colorful, erected on the highest mountain of the black god department in this ink soil.

It has become a symbol of ink and soil, and has become the spiritual sustenance of the ink soil monks.

Every once in a while, the entire Wushen Department will surround the statue and worship the statue as if it were an ancestor, and today, it is the day to worship the statue.

At this moment, when Meng Hao was standing above the largest statue, below him, around the mountain peak, there were tens of thousands of clansmen from the Wushen Tribe, worshipping the statue.

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

"Wushenbu, worship the Holy Ancestor!" Among the tens of thousands of people, there were more than a dozen old men, dressed in gorgeous clothes, at the front of the statue, with fanaticism in their eyes, and chanting when their hands were raised.

As they chanted, tens of thousands of people around them, all knelt down, their voices were like sound waves, echoing in all directions, and the eyes of each of them showed fanaticism, looking at the statue, as if if the statue had the will to send out an order, they could carry it out at any cost.

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

Meng Hao was in mid-air, watching this scene, listening to the voices of the people below, and he faintly noticed that on the statue that was worshipped by everyone, there seemed to be some traces of incense, which were very faint and looming.

"Wushen Ministry, worship the five ancestors, worship the three ancestors!" The more than ten old men, when they chanted again, the people below worshiped again, Meng Hao's expression was strange, he had already seen that on this statue of the Wushen Ministry, in addition to himself, there were parrots, and even the bells on the parrot's ankles were carved out.

This ancestor worship lasted for a long time.

Meng Hao sighed lightly and was about to leave, when suddenly, he sighed lightly, his eyes showed a gleam, and he stood in place, looking up.

I saw that under the worship of these tens of thousands of monks, each of them, in this fanaticism, exuded the power of incense, condensed on the statue, forming an invisible impact, and actually rushed to the sky, causing a whirlpool to appear in the sky.

This whirlpool could not be seen by the monks below, but in Meng Hao's eyes, there was nowhere to hide.

As the whirlpool turned silently, a figure slowly appeared within it, a young man in a black robe, his appearance ...... Actually with Meng Hao...... Extremely similar.

Only behind him, there were black wings, he flew out proudly, slowly fell, and when he stood on top of the statue's head, he sat there cross-legged, opened his mouth and inhaled violently, and suddenly the incense around him immediately poured into him.

He couldn't see Meng Hao, but Meng Hao recognized this black-clothed young man at a glance as the bat demon beast that had followed him for a while!

And this demon beast has now turned into a human form, and it is very similar to its own appearance, stealing the incense sacrifice from the entire ink soil here.

Meng Hao looked at this bat demon beast coldly, and at the same time, in his storage bag, the mastiff vibrated and opened his eyes violently, revealing a touch of blood, and at the same time, a cold aura emanated.

"Are you interested in it?" Meng Hao thought for a moment, he thought of the so-called anti-spirit bat that was fused by the mastiff in the Wind Realm.

The young man in black with wings was originally meditating with his eyes closed and absorbing the incense from below, but suddenly, he shuddered, opened his eyes suddenly, looked around suspiciously, and found nothing, but in his heart, there was always a thrilling feeling, as if some catastrophe was coming, which made him uneasy.

He subconsciously roared, and a ripple spread out from his body, spreading around, and when he approached Meng Hao, Meng Hao pointed his right hand, and suddenly this ripple did not change in the slightest, and spread out from his body.

The young man in black frowned, he checked with his supernatural powers, but he didn't find any clues, and he had the heart to ignore it, but the sense of crisis was even stronger.

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

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

This cold snort, as if it came to the real world in an illusory moment, turned into heavenly thunder in an instant, roaring, directly changing the color of the sky, making the world roar, the black-clothed young man let out a scream, the whole person spurted out a mouthful of blood, his figure, can not maintain this state that outsiders can't see, when it is revealed in an instant, it is immediately seen by the tens of thousands of people of the Wushen tribe below.

Everyone was stunned, especially the more than ten old men, and after seeing the young man's face clearly, his expression changed drastically, revealing disbelief.

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

Otherwise, he would have been so frightened that he would lose the courage to speak.

"Holy Ancestor!!"

"It's Lord Holy Ancestor, oh my God, Lord Holy Ancestor has manifested!!"

"Meet the Holy Ancestor!!" The tens of thousands of clansmen of the Wushen tribe below trembled one by one, and then the frenzy was endless, and the more than ten old men gasped.

"I'm Meng Hao, the Holy Ancestor here, whoever is sneaking attack, get out of here immediately!" The black-clothed young man opened his mouth violently, and when he inhaled it, the incense around him burst out, and after being absorbed by him, a strong light appeared on his body, and the whole person looked like an immortal, with a monstrous momentum.

"Interesting, if you are Meng Hao, then ...... Who am I?" Meng Hao said flatly, and walked forward, his figure stepped into the world step by step from nothingness, and into the eyes of everyone here.

When those monks of the Black God Department saw Meng Hao, they were stunned again, one by one with blank expressions, unbelievable, they looked at Meng Hao, and then looked at the young man in black, for a while, they didn't know which was true and which was false.

In fact, there was no need for them to distinguish that the black-clothed young man's face changed directly the moment he saw Meng Hao, his eyes contracted, his breathing was short, his expression was shocked, and he screamed.

Meng Hao ...... You...... When are you coming back!" As soon as the words came out, the black-clothed young man's scalp was numb, and he suddenly realized, the heavenly thunder of Fang Cai was not thunder at all, but Meng Hao's voice, thinking of this, the black-clothed young man's body trembled, and he retreated violently, and the whole person burst out with full speed, and roared away.

Meng Hao's expression was calm, he looked at the black-clothed young man in the distance, took a step forward, disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared, he was already in front of the black-clothed young man.

And on the ground at this moment, the tens of thousands of clansmen of the Wu God Department trembled one by one, and they had already determined that the second one to appear was their Holy Ancestor.

"Meet the Holy Ancestor!!"

"Wushen Ministry, meet the Holy Ancestor!!"

The sound came out, the heavens and the earth roared, and the entire ink soil shook at this moment. (To be continued......)