Due to the fact that the master of holy Dan and the master of refining utensils have not been highly trained, it is impossible for the successive masters of Dan and utensils to reach the end of the ten thousand year old period, and they can not wait until the day when the next master of Dan and utensils succeeds to the throne. But situ yunmiao is a different kind. He is not only talented, but also gifted. Although his cultivation is not high, he has passed the age of ten thousand years. When the Youming temple comes back to heaven again, of course, it is also because the Youming temple was born ahead of time.

"Yes, even if no one can succeed this time, don't we still have a Dan Jun?"

"As long as situ danjun is still here, we will never die. It may not be a dead end." All around people talk about it, and they follow.

That's right, but everyone knows that situ yunmiao is very old. He has spent most of his energy on studying alchemy in recent years, and he has rarely made alchemy. If the boundary of purple heaven prison is really broken, he may not be able to help a lot.

So in the final analysis, their eyes are still hard to hide the sadness, how can't play spirit.

In the face of such a result, situ yunmiao was helpless. After thousands of years, the mysterious power from the netherworld temple in his sea of Qi has already been exhausted, and it is impossible to refine too many ancient magic pills.

He knew that if the boundary of purple heaven prison was completely broken, he could not really help.

"Second, what's the difference between the success of preaching? I think these people go in happily and come out dejectedly. It seems that they can't see any fame. How can they see it?" Around him, an old man who was similar to situ yunmiao asked with a smiley face.

"Situ yunqi, if you dare to call me second, I'll drive you back to danjun valley." Situ yunmiao turned black and glared at him.

For this tired and lazy elder brother, he is also completely helpless. As a child, he idled away from his work, and often swaggered and cheated under his name. He secretly sold most of the saint elixir he had worked hard to refine over the years, and he had to wipe his ass from time to time.

In the eyes of outsiders, situ yunmiao, as a king of Dan, naturally lived the immortal life of drinking in the morning dew, eating in the evening, white snow, riding crane and traveling around the world in the wind. Only he knew that he had not stopped for a few days in his life, but he spent all his leisure time wiping his ass for this big brother Huobao.

This time when he came to Youming temple, he was afraid that he would leave situ yunqi and make trouble for him in danjun Valley, so he brought him around, but he didn't expect that this guy was so blatant: there are so many people around, you just shout "old two old two", please, I'm danjun. I'm a fairy in the eyes of countless saints. Do you want me to lose face.

Sometimes, situ yunmiao even thought that one day, when his Shouyuan was exhausted, he would be completely free. Who knows that this old oil bottle has not only successfully passed the ten thousand year old age limit, but also become more and more spirited as he lives. He jumps up and down in the sky and even envies himself.

"If I don't call you brother, what's your name? It's a pity, who let me be born earlier than you? I can't abolish the order of age. Second, you've been like this all your life. Accept your life. " Situ yunqi said triumphantly, with a very cheap smile on his face.