In the entire Ice River Gate, in all the Hades realms, when it comes to combat power, the winter moon is definitely among the top few, and when it comes to the battleships of the Fire Demon Palace, the monks rush out like wolves.

With a wave of his hand, the thousands of descendants in the battleship were dispatched, and in an instant, the aura surged, and the spears that radiated a chill condensed.

"Kill!"

The voice resounded in the sky, and thousands of disciples held spears like sharp knives, meeting the elite who was the first to rush out of Yan Long.

"Boom!"

The fire rolls and the chill rises.

The blades of the two descendants under their respective commands met each other, causing an infinite rain of blood in an instant, and the confrontation between the fire and ice was far from being comparable to the attack on the Water Heaven Temple.

The temperature plummeted, and the sky turned into a blanket.

After the fall of thousands of monks, the monks who had only evacuated under the command of the Divine Ice Temple finally stabilized their formation, and more than 200 warships on both sides faced each other in the sky.

The frost rules emerged, the infinite chill condensed, and slowly a huge ice hand of more than ten meters appeared.

Opposite the giant ice hand, the flames rose, and in the midst of the rolling flames, a fiery flame dragon condensed, and above this flame dragon head stood a monk wearing a fiery dragon robe.

"Winter Moon, today's seat, I want to see who can save you!" Yan Kui, the first seat of Yanlong Palace, said coldly.

"That's a lot of nonsense!" The cold winter moon said.

The white light soared into the sky, and a gate covered with frost appeared behind the Ice Demon Hand Rindong Moon, and as the gate was slowly opened, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted again.

The cold wind is howling, and the goose feathers are snowing.

Suddenly, behind Yan Kui, the first seat of the Yanlong Palace, a huge ice claw appeared out of thin air, and the fierce chill directly shrank the Yanlong flame under Yan Kui.

"Flame Dragon Sky Breaking Spear!"

Yan Kui roared, and after a short period of weakness, the fire erupted directly like a volcano.

Behind him, his own Flame Marquis Mansion opened, and in an instant, the flames spread across the sky, and the whole thing turned into a fiery spear as if the flame dragon was still alive and fought fiercely against this huge ice claw.

The two senior Hades realms fought at a high altitude, and the monks under their command also launched an attack.

The battle shook the sky, and the blood rained down.

The Flame Demon Hall stepped into the Water Heaven Region and confronted the Ice Demon of the Ice River Gate, and the news had already spread to the other two major forces after a few breaths.

The cultivation realm of the Shuitian District, which was already tense, instantly went to war, and one after another floating warships flying the battle flags of the Jade Tower rushed out of the sect.

Tens of thousands of sect disciples were mobilized, and dozens of sects under the command of Jade Tower were dispatched.

At both ends of the Heavenly Underworld Canyon, hundreds of thousands of monks from the two major forces of Binghe Gate and Jade Tower finally met at this moment, and there was no extra nonsense, and the affiliated sects below directly attacked.

The aura shook the sky, and the supernatural power shattered the mountain peaks.

Blood gathered into rivers, and countless corpses became mountains of corpses......

In addition to the Jade Tower, the army of monks from the Water Moon Temple and hundreds of floating warships were also on both sides of the Water Moon Mirror Lake, another dividing line between them and the Binghe Gate.

Not only did they start a war against the Glacier Gate, but they also opened up battlefields between the Jade Tower and the Water Moon Temple.

For a time, the entire territory covered more than millions of square kilometers of the Shuitian District, which could be described as full of wars, and everywhere was a fight between monks.

At this moment, the sky gradually began to turn red under the fighting.

Every moment, countless monks were killed and fell, and thousands of flowers on the other side continued to bloom and dissipate, and the nine battlefields that Xiao Tian made an ice ring in the ground were activated one after another.

Outside the Water Heaven Temple, it has now completely evolved into a war between the Divine Ice Temple and the Flame Demon Hall under the command of the Binghe Gate.

With the fall of countless monks, nourished by the blood and the souls of countless dead monks, the ice crystal forest that had been dyed red became more and more strange and magical.

"Ahh

With a scream, a Divine Ice Temple monk whose chest was pierced by a flaming spear fell from the sky.

As soon as he entered the reddish forest of ice crystals, the monk reached out and drew the spear stuck in his chest, and the blood splattered several meters away.

It landed on the ice tree directly opposite, and was actually absorbed by the ice tree.

At this moment, this monk, who was still a little curious just now, seemed to be bewitched by some kind of bewitchment, but all the spiritual power in his body was driven.

His eyes were red, his blood was surging, and he rushed to the battlefield again in a frenzied manner.

Not only him, but all the monks who entered this ice crystal forest, as long as they still had a breath, no matter how many injuries they were injured, they would hysterically release their potential and rush into the battlefield again.

As the battle continued, this ice crystal forest expanded from 100 meters to 10,000 meters.

Xiao Tian in the distance quietly looked at the ice crystal forest in the distance that gradually turned red with the battle on the battlefield, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation on his face.

Finally, with a wail.

Another powerhouse of the Flame Demon Hall appeared, and the fire rules were superimposed, and in a few rounds, the Ice Demon Hand Rin Dongyue was seriously injured on the spot, and he could only flee into the distance in embarrassment.

The defeat of the coach dealt a fatal blow to the elite under his command.

In the face of the attack of the Flame Demon Temple's army, all the Divine Ice Temple cultivators were defeated, and only a few hundred people escaped from the battlefield, and the rest all fell on the battlefield.

At this moment, Xiao Tian, who was overlooking the entire battlefield, suddenly appeared with two divine lights in his eyes.

"It's finally okay."

Xiao Tian appeared on the formation thousands of meters deep underground with nine sword lights under the wrapping of the dark qi, looking at the still white ice ring in front of him, his eyes showed a hint of joy.

Stretching out his palm, the vast formation below began to dissipate.

The ice ring that returned to Xiao Tian's hand again no longer had the chilling feeling of moving forward.

Above the ice ring, a pure ice tree appeared that was missing, and as Xiao Tian's gaze watched, the ice tree above seemed to have a swaying feeling, as if it were real.

At the moment when Xiao Tian took away the ice ring, these reddish ice crystal forests on the battlefield suddenly withered and decayed as quickly as if they had lost their vitality, and finally disappeared completely.

Although most of the sect monks in the Shuitian District are mainly cultivating in the direction of water attributes.

Ice, frost, and ice are endless, but there are still areas on this land that they are afraid of.

Along the 10,000-mile glacier where the Binghe Gate was sitting all the way to the north, when he crossed hundreds of thousands of miles, Xiao Tian was already in a desperate area shrouded in cold mist.

After walking 10,000 meters in the cold mist, Xiao Tian felt that he had reached the limit of his current cultivation.

After letting the Nine Swords Guards guard the surroundings, Xiao Tian raised the ice ring above his head, and the power of his divine soul instantly poured out, slamming it into a bottomless glacier crack below.

"Whirring ......"

In the depths of the silent, pale cold fog, there was the howling of the wind.

After the ice ring found a suitable place, the ice trees that disappeared on the battlefield began to take root and sprout rapidly in this ice realm like seeds planted by people.

"The soul of the ice demon that disappeared in the long river of time, this emperor ordered you to return......"