Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 718 - 619: First Encounter with the Divine Race_2

But if Elixirs are refined using the blood of the Divine Race, they become top-tier geniuses.

Many powerhouses, in their quest for dominance, often slaughter the Divine Race in madness, extracting their blood, continuously refining their essence, to enhance their own talents and make further progress.

No matter which world they belong to, powerhouses will directly hunt down the Divine Race upon encountering them.

Unless the Divine Race in that world is so overwhelmingly powerful that they strike fear into others, so powerful that no one dares to make a move.

An innocent man will be condemned with a treasure in his possession.

It is never the jade that is guilty, but the common man, the weak.

"Why won't you leave us alone, we've already fled here! Why, why won't you give us a way to live?"

An elder's voice comes through, with golden hair waving, his aura imposing and majestic.

The Blood River said coldly, "Simply because you are weak. If you had Divinity Transformation Cultivation, I would be the one running now, but unfortunately, you're not. Surrender! As long as you surrender to me, I can spare your lives! We won't kill all of the Divine Race, as long as you provide thirty Divine Race members each year as food, you may continue to survive. Otherwise, today will be the day your Divine Race perishes!"

The remaining four remained silent but exuded murderous intentions.

Encountering the Divine Race, slaughtering them entirely would be a pity.

It's best to keep them like livestock, enslaved.

"Ha ha, the Divine Race is born noble; how can they be slaves!" The elder's gaze flickered with a hint of murderous intent, "Since you came to hunt our Divine Race, then die here!!"

With a roar of fury, countless golden runes emerged on the elder's body, rising up and down, evolving into strands of terrifying killing intent. A Long Saber appeared in his hand, and his aura surged, bursting out with Fifth-Layer Nascent Soul Cultivation.

Swish!

In an instant, he was before a cultivator with three eyes, swinging the Long Saber with terrifying force, seemingly wanting to kill this Three-Eyed Tribe powerhouse in one stroke.

The faces of the four changed, each urging their Magical Power to unleash powerful Magic.

One cultivator urged their Qi and Blood, a Blood River swirling atop, bodies rising and falling within the river, strands of killing intent evolving life and death;

Another cultivator opened the eye at their brow, countless mysterious runes rising, converging into a beam of destructive light that shot forth;

Yet another urged their Magic, constellations flickering above, evolving into a vast Anomaly;

Another's wings emerged at their back, golden runes upon shifting, inducing Spiritual Qi into violent fluctuations.

Under the joint force of the four powerhouses, Magic was unleashed.

The void shattered, destruction continued.

Bang bang!

The elder's mouth revealed a trace of blood, falling into a disadvantage.

He was injured.

Yet after being injured, his aura became even more violent, the Long Saber dancing in his hand, transforming into a ferocious relic, slashing a cultivator's body, shattering their Gang Qi Talisman on the spot.

The body was instantly cut in two.

But at that moment, the other three powerhouses also attacked, their killing moves struck the elder's body.

The elder's body shattered, flying backward.

As for the cultivator cut in two, their body quickly consolidated, transforming into a body again, activating the Magic to relentlessly attack again.

In such a battle, if the body isn't torn apart seven or eight times, limbs shattered seven or eight times, head not smashed three or five times, heart not annihilated three or five times, it is almost abnormal.

The battle's injuries can quickly heal.

The two sides clashed, arms breaking, bodies shattering, heads fracturing, chest collapsing, and so on, but under the Secret Technique's urging, they healed swiftly.

This is a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Nascent Soul Cultivators, not only possess powerful combat strength, but their vitality is also particularly vigorous.

During combat, various bodily injuries can heal quickly.

As for the head, heart, etc., these are simply not weaknesses, the only weakness is the Nascent Soul.

As long as the Nascent Soul is not critically damaged, as long as Magical Power is not depleted, they can continue to fight, continue to strive.

"A fine prey!"

At this moment, a man in a black robe appeared in the void, with a horn on his head, exuding terrifying power from the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul.

"No good, it's a Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul, everyone, run!"

The elder shouted unwillingly, frantically warning his clan.

In that instant, beams of light flickered, approximately over seven hundred Golden Core auras flashing, fleeing in all directions.

Divine Race cultivators' newborn infants already possess Golden Core Cultivation, with exceptional talent, but the drawback is poor reproduction ability.

A pair of pure-blood Divine Race couple can find it extremely difficult to conceive a child. Even if pregnancy occurs, it requires a century in the womb to bear one child. Coupled with some Divine Race powerhouses being strong in cultivation and disinclined to bear offspring, mostly due to being hunted by strong foes, they often face extinction.

"You want to escape, not a chance! Sky Net Trap!"

The horned man said coldly, activating his Magic, forming a massive net with him at the center, falling from the sky, lines piercing through the bodies of the Divine Race cultivators. These Divine Race cultivators flickered with golden light, resisting the invasion, but it was of little use.

The golden light was collapsing, and they fell softly to the ground, caught like fish in a net.

At this time, a golden-haired, blue-eyed Divine Race woman erupted—her figure fiery, face youthful yet with an enchanting appearance—bursting out with Early Nascent Soul Cultivation, slashing her Longsword to cut the net, attempting to Escape.

"Interesting!"

The horned man was slightly surprised, "With First-Layer Nascent Soul Cultivation, yet breaking out with Fifth-Layer Nascent Soul Cultivation, truly a peerless demon. It's a pity, your Realm is ultimately too low; if you had Fifth-Layer Nascent Soul Cultivation, you might defeat me, but not now..."

Urging the Sky Net Trap, the net swept downward.

The golden-haired woman resisted, slicing through strand after strand with her Longsword, but they quickly regenerated.

Endless, ceaseless like a thread.

The elder yelled frantically, "Xu Muyun, escape quickly!"

"Royal Blood Divine Race, ha ha, it's actually Royal Blood Divine Race. If I kill her, extract her bloodline and soul, and refine it into a grand elixir, I could cleanse my own talents; there's even a slight chance to become a Harmonization powerhouse." The horned man laughed heartily, as if seeing an immeasurable treasure.

The Divine Race is divided into mixed-blood Divine Race, common Divine Race, and Royal Blood Divine Race.

Mixed-blood Divine Race only has a portion of Divine Race bloodline, with talents above many cultivators.

Common Divine Race is merely pure-blood Divine Race, at worst capable of becoming a Void Refining Powerhouse; that's the minimum, the upper limit is unpredictable.

The Royal Blood Divine Race, as the Divine Race, at worst is a Harmonization powerhouse; that's the guaranteed minimum.

Generally speaking, a million Divine Race seldom births a Royal Family; the probability is extremely low.

Bang bang bang!

The Sky Net Trap came down, sealing tightly.

Despair flickered in Xu Muyun's eyes, transforming into a beam of light to Escape, but she was trapped by the net, like prey caught by a spider.

At that moment, grayness clouded her eyes, her body felt weak, unable to use any power, her Magical Energy fading inch by inch, as her beautiful eyes filled with despair.

"Who?"

The horned man looked toward the source of the voice, seeing a man standing there, very ordinary, with a presence that could easily be overlooked.

The horned man asked sharply, "Who are you?"

A Royal Blood Divine Race, for most Void Refining Powerhouses, they don't like to reproduce either. If someone discovers a Royal Blood, they would kill them immediately.

"I'm the one who will kill you!"

At this moment, a man appeared in an instant before the horned man with a smile and launched a punch.

No unnecessary changes, just one punch.

The horned man urged his Magical Power, runes flickering on his Shield, transforming into Gang Qi evolving and extinguishing.

But Lu Xuanji's punch struck down hard.

Extending his hand again, he grabbed a Nascent Soul in his hand.

With a gentle pinch, the Nascent Soul perished.

The Celestial Merit Order of Heaven, from [One thousand five hundred] turned to [One Thousand Five Hundred and Eight].