Luck!

What is God, powerful and omnipotent, is God.

What is luck, in line with the cycle of heavenly principles, the use of skills, as you like, is for luck!

Martial artist cultivation is like water in a pond, with a shallow understanding of the laws of nature.

Taoist cultivation is like a river, with a powerful comprehension of covering a field of natural laws.

And the Divine Fortune Cultivation is the sea, which can fill a planet with the power of the supreme law of nature, and reach the existence of the strongest life form on the planet.

However, no matter how powerful an individual is, he or she needs to follow the laws of nature, so the master of divine luck, although he has supreme ability, must also act under the laws of nature.

And creation is nature!

Zhao Ping devoted himself to following Tian Huazuo and discussing the Tao, and for many days, he only felt that his body and mind were completely immersed in the ocean of the Tao, and he fully integrated the laws of nature into himself.

Finally, when a ray of light broke through the last barrier in his heart, it emitted a squeaky crispy fragrance!

Boom! The bottleneck of divine luck that had hindered Zhao Ping for three years finally collapsed.

When he opened his eyes, Zhao Ping's body emitted endless white light.

The White Sword Pure Dao, like a flood, filled the entire tongue-pulling hell!

Before, Zhao Ping's Yiping Dao, the pure light emitted was soft, and at this time, he had advanced to the level of divine luck, and every white light was a sharp sword, even if it was the blood-stained dirt of hell for a hundred years, it was all gone under the purification of this sharp sword!

Tian Hua looked at this hell, which was originally dark and dirty, and stinky, but at this moment, it was white, clean, and sunny, and fragrant, it was unbelievable!

"Zhao Ping, you can even purify hell, are you the reincarnation of Jizo!"

Tian Hua knelt reverently in front of Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping raised his eyes slightly, and the majestic and solemn momentum turned hell into a solemn Buddha hall!

The white light gradually converged, Zhao Ping stood up, he felt the incomparably powerful power of his whole body, and at this moment he felt that the universe was under his feet.

"Tian Hua, thank you, without you, I wouldn't have entered the realm of divine luck so quickly!"

Zhao Ping helped Tian Hua up, but Tian Hua was still very superstitious about the rumors of the older generation and didn't dare to look at Zhao Ping's eyes.

Zhao Ping said with a smile: "What I have comprehended is the purest purification path in the laws of nature, and now that I have reached the peak of the Dao Law, what is the difficulty of purifying a hell, and how can there be any reincarnation of the earth." ”

Tian Hua said solemnly: "Only Jizo Bodhisattva has made a great wish, hell is not empty vows not to become a Buddha, you have now purified all the hell, isn't it the reincarnation of Jizo and came to fulfill the grand wish?"

Zhao Ping shook his head: "I do have the intention to make hell empty, but how can I compare it with Jizo Bodhisattva, people are crossing the hell of the whole world, and what I purify is only the eighteen underground layers that Heaven will control, two are not the same thing, you must not talk nonsense!"

Tian Hua reacted when she heard Zhao Ping say this: "Yes, yes, yes! It's not a thing, it scared me to death, I thought I really saw the Buddha!"

"Alright, I've become a master of divine luck, let's hurry up and go to the next level of hell, we have lost a lot of time here. ”

Tian Hua nodded, and then Zhao Ping put Tian Hua into the small white ball.

Zhao Ping came to the elevator room again, pressed the down button, and watched the elevator door slowly close, Zhao Ping mustered up the courage to welcome another journey.

Tian Hua said before that the elevator only has a downward button in front of the interloper, and if she enters, nothing will appear, and there is no way to go to another layer of hell, otherwise she would have gone to other hells a long time ago.

So Zhao Ping didn't know anything about what hell was on the next floor.

The elevator ran for a long time, and finally stopped, the elevator door slowly opened, and a cold breath roared.

Zhao Ping stepped out of the elevator, and in front of him was a world of ice and snow, the temperature was estimated to be minus seventy or eighty degrees, and ordinary people were afraid that they would not be able to stay for a moment. There is also a billboard in front of this level of hell, but this billboard is no longer made of paper, but is made of wooden planks.

It reads, "Scissors hell, interlopers need to be cautious, two first-class medals will be rewarded for clearing the customs, and you can choose a magic weapon of your choice."

Zhao Ping took out the first-class medal he had won in the Tongue Pulling Hell.

"What is this thing for?" Zhao Ping asked Tian Hua in the little white ball?

Tian Hua said in the small white ball: "I once heard a passer say that a medal is a person's road sign, and a medal can choose a road!"

"Choose the road, what way?"

"I don't know what the way is, anyway, I think it's quite mysterious, you can do it yourself, I can't help you.

I feel like I can't get out of the little white ball anymore, there is a strong and endless pressure pressing me in this hell, if it weren't for the little white ball resisting most of the pressure, I'm afraid I would have been crushed into snake jerky. ”

Zhao Ping wondered, why didn't he feel it, could it be the role of this medal.

Zhao Ping tried to put the medal on the ground, and when he let go, he suddenly felt the impact of the earth-destroying coercion, and immediately pressed Zhao Ping to the ground, his limbs spread out, like a paper man.

Zhao Ping was startled, and quickly picked up the medal, and the pressure disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Ping hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead!

It turns out that this is the role of the first-class medal, without it, I don't even have a road at all, I can only be crushed to death!

It seems that this layer of hell has been set up by the president of the Heavenly Society, a natural law, those who do not have medals will be dead, perhaps this is a protective measure to prevent some cultivators with special abilities from escaping the Tongue Hell and coming here directly.

It is true that the greater the knowledge, the more I feel the horror of the world, and the higher the cultivation, the more I feel that the high-ranking person cannot surpass.

He is already a master of divine luck, but he is still so small in front of the creator who made the laws of nature, and they make a law at will, which is a dimensionality reduction blow to us.

Zhao Ping put on the first-class medal, eased his mood, swallowed a few pages of the Demon Star Scroll, and after feeling the energy of his body reach fullness, he began to walk towards the scissors hell.

As Zhao Ping entered the second layer of hell, the wooden sign showed the sign that the level had begun and the latter had stopped!

It seems that the masters of the Heaven Society used to line up to come here to break through, which shows how powerful Heaven would be at that time.

Thinking of this scene, Zhao Ping was puzzled, since the Heaven Society had so many masters of divine luck for a long time, how could he have heard of the name of the Heaven Society recently.

According to the normal development of the Heavenly Society, even if it can't directly replace the mundane world, it is at least the existence of a behemoth, how can it be immersed in so many years and do nothing?

Zhao Ping shook his head, he didn't think about it anymore, now he will talk about it after passing this level!

Zhao Ping entered the scissors hell, and his eyes were full of corpses, all of which were pierced by sharp ice thorns and hung at a height of one person from the ground, because the temperature was too low, these corpses not only did not rot, but also froze into ice sculptures.

"It's terrifying, the guardian of this layer of hell is a pervert. You'll have to be careful. ”

Zhao Ping waved his hand to activate the White Sword Purification Dao, and a rich white mist like substance wrapped around him, acting as armor to prevent someone from sneaking up.

Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped on something, and when he looked down, Zhao Ping was startled, and a human face looked at him with beads in his eyes.

It's hell, it's not false at all, and it's terrifying to go anywhere!