Chapter 650: Lay Down the Knife and Become a Buddha Instantly

“Haha, all of you shall become damned souls in Yu Du’s Hell?” Yu Du Ghost Emperor’s black robe flared like it could obscure the sky and blot out the sun.

His ten pitch-black fingers raised high into the air, as chilling ghostly wails howled closer.

Accompanying these terrifying ghostly cries was a range of dark mountains. From within this mountain range, a pitch-black gate thunderously swung open, releasing boundless ghostly qi that surged forth like soul-capturing messengers, entwining the ancient race.

“Ahh!”

“King, save me.”

“Save me…”

One scream after another rang out. Those ancient race members ensnared by the ghostly qi transformed into mummies, their souls devoured and their essence, vitality, and spirit drained away in an instant.

“What ruthless techniques!” Lin Fan gazed on, momentarily stunned.

No wonder he was a powerful expert at the tenth level of the Divine Heaven Position with eternal divinity—his moves were so domineering.

In the blink of an eye, countless ancient race members perished beneath this ghostly qi.

“Eternal Divine Flame.”

Whoosh!

A whistling sound came, and a rain of fire fell from the sky like meteors, crashing down toward the ancient race’s army.

The Eternal Divine Flame Emperor looked calm, his bright red robe burning with eternal fire. With a wave of his hand, a sea of flames descended, enveloping the ancient race.

Whether thousand-man commanders, ten-thousand-man generals, or commanders-in-chief, none could resist this overwhelming blaze in this moment.

When someone at the Eternal Divinity level attacked, it shook the heavens and earth. Even those at the eighth level of Heavenly Spirit Pill realm couldn’t withstand it.

The martial disciples of the Wu Emperor Sect sat on the ground, paralyzed.

They had been utterly terrified.

Though these eight old men were merely servants of the Human Race Emperor, each of them attacked with extreme ferocity.

With every strike, countless ancient race members died or were injured.

To these eight individuals, eliminating millions of the ancient race was like casually wiping them out—there was no chance for retaliation.

Seeing those hideous ancient race members howling in such a pitiful manner, the disciples of the Wu Emperor Sect felt their courage falter.

Though these horrors weren’t happening to them personally, these wretched cries pierced their hearts, shaking their innermost beings.

“This is too terrifying. The methods of these experts are truly cruel.”

“There’s no such thing as cruelty toward the ancient race. When the ancient race captures beings from the myriad races, they torture them endlessly. They have no humanity.”

“Long live the Human Race Emperor! Exterminate all these ancient race members.”

Seeing the techniques of these eight old men, Master Yun understood in his heart that these were all sinister martial arts.

Where exactly had Lin Fan found and subdued these elders?

Master Yun couldn’t figure it out.

But he knew that this crisis was now overcome.

With these eight elders present, Qi Junwang and others were no longer a threat.

But if so many of the ancient race were killed, wouldn’t that provoke the wrath of the Ancient Holy Realm’s divine will?

Thinking of this, Master Yun’s expression suddenly changed.

“Lin Fan, be careful of the Ancient Holy Realm’s divine will!” Master Yun shouted loudly.

Although the origin of the ancient race was merely a legend, in Master Yun’s view, they were lifeforms born from the divine will of the Ancient Holy Realm.

If millions of the ancient race were completely annihilated, something terrifying would surely happen.

“Human Race Emperor, cease at once!” Zhen Junwang was furious now. He never expected the outcome to end up like this.

Just who were these eight old men? Their power was incomprehensibly formidable. Against millions of the ancient race, these eight elders allowed no room for retaliation.

This was a one-sided massacre.

“Can’t stop them. Once my servants start fighting, it’s like they’ve taken some extra-strength stimulants—once they start, they can’t stop.” Lin Fan shrugged.

The Dao within the heavenly realm continuously rotated, absorbing the essence, vitality, and spirit of these ancient race members.

Although each ancient race member contained only a small amount of essence, vitality, and spirit, together, millions of them amounted to an immense quantity.

The souls brought forth by Yu Du Ghost Emperor were all thrown by Lin Fan into the “Eighteen Levels of Hell.”

Refining, endlessly refining.

The power of his heavenly realm continuously strengthened.

“You beast!” Zhen Junwang was furious, unable to contain himself any longer, roaring as he rushed toward Lin Fan with a slash.

“Qing Ming Ancient Bell, covering all things, capturing the soul.”

“Dong! Dong!”

At that moment, strange bell chimes suddenly reached Lin Fan’s ears.

Upon hearing the chimes, Lin Fan’s mind trembled violently, as if something within him was being drawn away by the sound.

Lin Fan activated his heavenly realm to stabilize himself, instantly neutralizing the chimes within his heavenly realm.

“What the hell is that?” At this moment, Lin Fan turned his gaze toward Qi Junwang.

He saw Qi Junwang holding a green ancient bell in his hand. The bell was covered in dense runes, radiating waves of divine light.

“A supreme Dao artifact—the Holy Bell of the Ancient Race.”

Lin Fan immediately saw through everything at a glance.

“Human Race Emperor, today you must die here!” Qi Junwang roared furiously, his finger flicking. The holy bell in his hand suddenly emitted a blinding light.

This beam of light shot into the sky, and a mighty ancient holy aura erupted forth.

“Attack!”

“Long have I known that the ancient race kings are immensely wealthy. Now I see it’s truly the case. This ancient bell shall be mine.” Lin Fan had never encountered a treasure that attacked the mind before.

A thought arose in his heart—if he could obtain it and refine it himself, perhaps he could forge something astonishing.

Lin Fan extended his hand, ignoring Qi Junwang and the others’ attacks, reaching directly for the holy bell in the sky.

The five fingers reaching for the holy bell were as thick as mountains, entwined with mighty dragons of spiritual power, each dragon brimming with boundless strength.

“Hmph, you want to seize the holy bell? Let’s see if you have the ability!” Qi Junwang roared furiously, throwing a punch forward—”Celestial Capital Realm!”

Qi Junwang’s refined heavenly realm was a kingdom, teeming with countless living beings, all equal to heaven itself.

With one punch landed, Qi Junwang’s face lit up with joy. But in an instant, he saw Lin Fan’s body like a crystalline wall continuously shattering, only to be met by thick tree trunks.

“What is this thing?” Qi Junwang’s expression changed drastically, but in an instant, his entire arm was entangled by dense branches, instantly pulled inside.

Within the heavenly realm.

“Brothers, come out! We’ve got prey!”

Thunder Discipline King had been waiting eagerly. As the crystalline wall of the heavenly realm flickered slightly, he became ecstatic, his whip cracking through the air.

“Reckless!” Qi Junwang struck the whip away with one palm, but when he realized what was happening, he found himself already inside a heavenly realm.

“Venerable one, lay down your weapons and attain Buddhahood. Follow this King into the Pure Land, undergo electric therapy, and embark on a new, blissful life.” Thunder Discipline King radiated a serene golden light as he spoke peacefully.

“You dare!” Qi Junwang roared furiously. He never expected that the Human Race Emperor would dare drag him into his heavenly realm—it was practically asking for death.

“Ai…” Thunder Discipline King sighed helplessly. In an instant, the earth shook and mountains trembled, and the sky suddenly turned pitch black.

Roars echoed from all directions.

Dragon roars, tiger growls, and the flapping of giant Peng wings—countless mighty beings surrounded Qi Junwang.

Thirteen thousand three hundred mighty beings glared fiercely at Qi Junwang.

The branches of the Wutong Divine Tree swayed, instantly bursting from the earth, entwining Qi Junwang’s body.

“What in the world is this?” Qi Junwang was shocked.

“This is the transformation of love.” Thunder Discipline King said calmly, then shook his head slightly, waving his hand—”Begin.”