The whole body of the chariot was made of mysterious crystals, and the curtain seemed to be a streamer yarn woven with the starlight of the Milky Way. Where the wheels rolled over, twelve-grade golden lotus bloomed in the void.

The man who drove the chariot was a middle-aged man wearing a robe with clouds hanging from the sea of ​​stars and a three true talisman on his jade crown. The most strange thing was the bronze bell hanging around his waist, with the word "Zhuangsheng" engraved on his bell.

"saint!"

Sensing a powerful aura, Liang Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly pinched the magic trick, trying to sacrifice his natal sword pill.

However, the next moment, he stopped moving.

Because he discovered that the middle-aged man's eyes had not locked in him from beginning to end, but looked at the attic behind him with a smile on his face.

“Huh?”

Liang Yan was shocked and surprised, thinking to himself: "What's going on? Can't he see me?"

You should know that this person appears only a hundred feet away from him. With his saint's means, it is impossible for him to not be able to see him!

But the middle-aged man didn't look at him from beginning to end.

Jiulong pulled the chariot and passed by Liang Yan, and finally stopped in front of the attic where "Floating Dreams Three Thousands" were.

As the middle-aged man walked into the attic, the dragon chariot behind him also disappeared...

Liang Yan stared at the attic in the distance in a daze, and his face looked thoughtful.

Just now, he suddenly had a bold guess in his heart, that is, no one here seemed to be able to see him!

"Is it really a dream? Then this dream is too real!"

Liang Yan murmured to himself, his eyes flowing.

The next moment, he made a decision, pinched the magic trick in his hand, concealed his breath, and then slowly walked towards the attic marked "Floating Dream Three Thousands".

Soon, he entered the interior of the attic.

The space inside is not large, but it is elegant and unique.

I saw the sea of ​​clouds tumbling, and the stars were like dreams! Thirty-six dragon pillars supported the dome. Each dragon held its mouth not a pearl, but a collapsed nebula; the dome was not a brick or a wood, but a flowing galaxy.

In the sea of ​​clouds in the center, there are hundreds of fairy elf dancing gracefully on the star rings. Various fairy music appears out of nowhere, but the person playing is not seen.

A scene of singing and dancing to peace!

Looking at the sky, there are twelve white jade cloud towers, and there is a saint sitting on each cloud tower!

The middle-aged man who was riding in the Nine Dragons' chariot just now was one of them!

Dozens of female cultivators shuttled through the mat, holding trays in their hands, and presented immortal wine and spiritual fruits to these saints.

The twelve powerful people in the holy realm were either giving cups and drinking, or celebrating the truth, or playing the piano and playing the zither, each of them was content with satisfaction.

Liang Yan observed carefully for a moment and found that no one noticed his existence, so he walked into the meal with the courage.

Sure enough, even though he walked to the center of the stage, no saint looked at him.

Not to mention the female cultivators on the stage, they were still dancing gracefully. Occasionally, their sleeves were waving and landing on Liang Yan's body, and they actually passed through his body directly, as if he did not exist.

This feeling is extremely wonderful.

It was obvious that he could sense the movement of magic power in his body, and the flow of spiritual consciousness was normal... But in the eyes of others, he did not exist at all!

Liang Yan tried to grab a fairy fruit from the tray that was coming and going, but as he expected, his palm passed through the tray and the fairy fruit directly...

Just as he was thinking, another thunder exploded outside the attic!

Rumble!

The whole space seemed to be trembling, but everyone in the attic was used to it. Not only the twelve saints did not respond, but even the female cultivators on the stage were calm as usual.

After a while, one of the white-haired saints slowly said, "Which sound was the first time?"

"Senior brother, are you drunk? This is the eleventh sound."

"oh."

The white-haired saint nodded slightly and smiled, "There's another sound."

As soon as he finished speaking, outside the attic, there was a sudden thunder thunder. Seventy-two floating jade towers vibrated at the same time, and even the cups on the saint's cloud platform were shaken off!

Bang!

The jade pot was broken all over the ground, and the monks under the saint also fell!

In the entire attic, except for the twelve saints, all the monks were frightened by the thunder and fainted on the ground.

The Twelve Saints' faces turned solemn, no matter what they were doing before, they stopped at this moment.

Among them, the white-haired saint raised his hand and made a magic trick.

In an instant, a bright light flowed, and a space door appeared on the wall behind the attic. As the door slowly opened, a long jade staircase could be seen vaguely, winding and stretching upwards, without seeing the end...

The twelve saints stood up at the same time, each tidied up their clothes, looked solemn, and walked into the entrance of the space one after another.

Liang Yan was surprised to see it and curiosity arises!

"What exactly is behind the Space Gate?"

He stood there and hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was curious.

"This place is so strange that they can't see me anyway... Why not walk through this space gate and see what's inside?"

Thinking of this, Liang Yan no longer hesitated and flashed to the front of the Space Gate.

He took a deep breath and then took a step forward.

As he took this step, the attic behind him instantly disappeared into the halo!

After looking closely, I found a long jade staircase in front of me. The twelve saints were kneeling under the staircase at this moment!

Looking up the stairs, I saw an ordinary greystone pavilion thousands of feet high.

A thin old man lies on the stone bench in the pavilion.

The old man wore a hat and a zipper dress. His legs were rolled up on his knees and his sleeves were also rolled up on his elbows. From a distance, he looked like a woodcutter in the world!

But unlike the woodcutter, his two eyebrows were surprisingly long and he dragged them all the way down his cheeks to the ground.

Rumble!

The sound of thunder sounded again in the air.

Liang Yan widened his eyes.
Chapter completed!