Ye Fan was able to break through this realm, and it was really a big shit luck to say. If there is no Yang Qi of the Eight Absolute Poison Rebirth, he will not lose his mind and turn into a beast, if there is no Fujiwara Mailan, he will definitely die, if Fujiwara Mailan does not care about stealing his cultivation, he will not steal chickens and rice, but will fulfill Ye Fan.

All of them, coincidences and accidents, are interlocking, and if any of these conditions are missing, or if there is a slight deviation, it is impossible for him to reach the Three Flowers Realm.

These conditions are all extremely harsh and difficult opportunities for ordinary people to find in their lifetimes, and by coincidence, they all happened to him.

Sanhua Juding is a popular name for people, to be precise, it is actually Sanhua Juding.

Essence, qi and god are called Sanhua, and gathering at the top is naturally gathered at the top of the head.

The cultivator refining and refining the qi and gathering it at the top means that the cultivation has reached a very high level, and ordinary calamities can no longer threaten him.

As the saying goes, "the three flowers gather at the top to return to the roots, and the five qi are thorough", ordinary diseases, plagues, and the poison and filth of the world can no longer invade the body of the cultivators in the realm of the three flowers.

Judging from the doctrines circulated by the ancient Taoists, the people who show the three flowers and the five qi dynasties are all extreme saints such as Da Luo Jin Xian, who are not born, do not die, and do not enter reincarnation. However, this is only the supreme realm in myths and legends, don't say anything about the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and the cultivators who have ascended by day throughout the ages have never seen a single case of success.

Of course, those mythical Wuji Golden Immortals gathered not the illusory misty petals on Ye Fan's head that scattered as soon as they were blown, they were all radiant Jinhua, Yinhua, and colorful Huaguang!

But a legend is a legend after all, and in front of him, this unexpected gain made Ye Fan a little at a loss, and he was still silent in the incident just now, and he couldn't come back to his senses immediately.

"Boy, if you have time to reminisce, you might as well take a look at this first. Dongfang Cheng smiled and made Ye Fan blush.

The battle must have been protracted just now, and it was getting dark now! Glancing at the bruises on her neck, you can imagine what she had turned Fujiwara Mailan into.

Whew-

In the palm of Dongfang's palm, a flame rose with a snort!

This flame is about a finger long, and the flames are extremely red, but in the inner flame, there are two colors, one white and one black!

"Samadhi is really hot!" Ye Fan let out an exclamation.

"Haha, it's the true fire of Samadhi, look at it. Dongfang Meteor wielded the flying sword with his other hand, flying above the Samadhi True Fire in his left hand.

When the innate master enters the realm of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak, it also means that he can turn Qi into fire and condense the true fire of Samadhi.

There are three fires in the body of a cultivator, the fire of the eye, the fire of the mind, and the fire of the true qi, and when these three types of fire are combined, it is the true fire of samadhi.

Samadhi true fire is different from ordinary fire, it can refine all things, can be used for attacking, operated, handy, and is a unique means of Taoist powers.

Dongfang Meteor manipulated the golden flying sword and refined it with true fire, and soon, this invincible flying sword that cut through gold and jade began to melt like a candle.

The flames suddenly became smaller, the sneering sound was endless, the temperature seemed to be higher, and the golden flying sword instantly turned into a puddle of soft mud, and finally turned into a cloud of golden liquid!

"Hisss - amazing!" can melt the flying sword into a liquid state, the temperature of the Samadhi True Fire is probably thousands of degrees, can a human hand withstand such an ultra-high temperature?

"Come again!" Dongfang Meteor raised his hand and pointed, and another flying sword shot into the flames.

The magic weapons of Jiang Yuan and Yan Jinghong both burned with the firelight and turned into gold liquid and melted into a ball.

This is not over, Dongfang Cheng opened his mouth and spit out, and a green light flew out of his mouth, which rose when it met the wind, turning into a three-foot-long giant sword!

The green light is shining, the murderous aura is awe-inspiring, and the brilliance that flashes and disappears on the sword body is magical.

This sword, regardless of its size or murderous aura, far surpassed Jiang Yuan's flying sword.

"This ...... Is this the Qingming Sword?" Ye Fan's eyes widened.

"Not bad. Dongfang Cheng bowed slightly, bent his fingers to exert force, and the Qingming Sword actually melted into the Samadhi True Fire!

"Senior, what are you doing?" He even had to refine this natal magic weapon flying sword, which really surprised Ye Fan.

Dongfang Cheng said with a smile: "If the refining is like cooking, the heat should be just right, the mind should be tightly guarded, and the eyes should not be separated, which is called martial fire, and the mind is relaxed. The intersection of civil and military is actually not difficult. ”

It turned out that he used these three flying swords to teach Ye Fan the essentials of refining, and he did not hesitate to melt the natal flying sword.

The speed at which the Qingming Sword melted was obviously many times slower than the previous two swords, about half an hour, and finally turned into two lumps of liquid, one blue and one white.

Dongfang Meteor continued to refine for a moment, and the two masses of liquid were highly concentrated, removing many of the impurities and shrinking their volume by a third.

Three liquids, one gold, one white, and one blue, these liquids are the special materials that make up the flying sword.

"Now is the fusion stage!" the old man of the East drove these liquids suspended in the true fire of Samadhi, slowly pushing them closer, touching, mixing, until they all merged.

It looks very simple and easy.

"Jiancheng!" A burst of snort, a brilliant brilliance appeared, and the sword blade piercing from the true fire of Samadhi pierced the air under the pull of Dongfang Meteor's mind, revealing its edge, blooming with infinite divine light, full of golden sharp energy!

The cold air around it, like the condensation of forged steel, quickly solidified the flying sword.

Dongfang Cheng's palm moved slowly, as if a flying sword was pulled out of the Samadhi True Fire!

This flying sword that gradually took shape exuded an aggressive momentum, and the golden rays quenched out of the sword body were dazzling, and the whole was still pale cyan, but the body was one or two times smaller than before, simple and graceful, and flashed with brilliance.

In just an hour, Dongfang Meteor completed this refining.

"Try it or not. "Extinguishing the true fire of Samadhi, Dongfang Meteor opened his palm, and the flying sword blade pierced the air, staying straight in his hand.

Ye Fan's mind moved slightly, raised his hand, and the flying sword soared into the air, drawing a dazzling green light, swept a circle, and stabbed at the ground in front of him, bang! The solid frozen soil was blasted out of a terrifying hole, dusty, and the smell of earth was everywhere.

"Good thing!" Ye Fan sighed sincerely, this sword was more powerful than any of them before.

"Take it to your body!" Dongfang Cheng waved his hand and said lightly: "There is time to realize, it's time to go!"

Ye Fan was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant, this old man, dare to use this sword as a thank you. In that case, but it is disrespectful, then take it.

Fujiwara Wulan still fainted and did not wake up, losing her most precious Yin Yuan Qi, and was attacked and killed by Ye Fan for hundreds of rounds, and she completely collapsed.

With this woman on his back, he walked out of the magic circle, and slightly discerned the direction, Ye Fan waved his hand, and disappeared into the coldest core of Siberia with Dongfang.

In Irkutsk at night, the city was already in chaos because of the accidental explosion of a nuclear warhead on Lake Baikal.