The intrusion of the extremely cold air made the living space shrink and become more precious.
The number of Alliance monks has not been reduced.
Faced with this kind of life and death crisis, if the Alliance monks want to survive, fierce battles will inevitably occur.
At the beginning, the competition was not very fierce, and the Alliance monks were able to maintain restraint.
Just because at this time, the living space is still enough to use, the Alliance cultivators on different star islands are keeping a safe distance from each other.
However, the spreading speed of the extremely cold air far exceeded the imagination of the Alliance monks, and the number of cracks was also increasing.
The Alliance monks knew very well that sooner or later, civil strife would erupt completely.
This kind of time must be contended.
Fight for territory, materials, and chance to survive!
Even if there is only a silver lining, you must fight for it. There is no need to be willing to sacrifice yourself to perfect others.
At that time, the starry sky of the Alliance Headquarters will inevitably become Shura Hell.
The monks were tacitly aware, but waited silently.
The managers of the alliance have long since lost their voices collectively, as if they have evaporated.
No one dared to show up, otherwise those crazy Alliance monks would abruptly tear them to pieces.
In fact, they know better than anyone that the current monk alliance has entered the countdown to death.
The behemoth that once ruled the Nebula Sea faced this sudden catastrophe. But it seems so fragile.
It was like a beast falling into a trap, suffering severe trauma, and now there is no power to resist.
At this time, there was continuous heavy rain.
The beast trapped in the trap can only let the rain continue to pour in until it slowly drowns itself.
This feeling of being approached by death, but being helpless, almost collapsed the managers of the alliance.
All they can do is rack their brains and try their best to avoid this catastrophe.
If you can't avoid it, then pray to guard the gods, hoping to get a glimmer of life.
Compared with ordinary Alliance monks, their superiors will undoubtedly have more choices.
The cultivators of the Alliance are always waiting, hoping that there will be a turning point that can resolve this boundless catastrophe.
Time passed slowly, the desired turning point did not appear, but the crisis that had been worried about suddenly broke out.
In order to **** the territory, a group of Alliance monks fought without warning, and killed another group of Alliance monks to blood.
Alliance cultivators will also form gangs, how can they ignore the crisis of their allies, and one after another, they will fight for help.
This sudden outbreak of war involved more and more Alliance Star Islands, and they became a ball with each other.
The Alliance cultivator knew very well that this war was definitely not accidental, but was premeditated.
Since the war will happen sooner or later, it must be cruel, as the saying goes.
The cultivator who is the first to take the shot will definitely take advantage, and after expelling the cultivators of other alliances, they can occupy more space.
The defeated cultivators of the Alliance must find a new territory, but where is the headquarters of the Alliance not overcrowded?
The alliance headquarters at this moment is like a net cage full of fish and shrimp, which makes people feel unbearable suffocation.
From the outset of this war, it was destined that there was no possibility of quelling it, and the shrinking space forced the Alliance monks to keep fighting.
The Sing Tao brothers felt extremely happy when they saw this scene. Naturally, they hope that the harder the league, the better.
In this chaos, the defensive system of the monk alliance suddenly collapsed automatically.
It turned out that there was an alliance monk who was involved in the war and felt that he had no hope of resisting the disaster, so he gave birth to a heart of revenge.
When fighting continuously within the alliance, these monks shut down the defense system and let the monks of Star Island in.
It was a mess, but now it's worse.
The monks on both sides who hated each other finally collided, and a more brilliant war broke out.
I don't know how many monks fell in this terrifying melee, and all the participants fell into a state of madness.
At the same time, the secrets of the alliance were completely exposed.
The Star Island monks were shocked to discover that there was a mysterious power within the alliance that could suppress the curse of infection.
The previous rumors were true, and the Alliance really had the means to deal with the curse, but they did not share it with the Sing Tao Brothers.
After the anger is a surprise, if you occupy this area, doesn't it mean that there is no need to fear even if it is contaminated with a curse.
Having found a way to fight against the curse, the Sing Tao monks were extremely excited and more actively robbed the territory.
Alliance cultivators naturally refused to regress, and it must be known that the vast majority of them are now infected with the curse.
Once you leave the alliance area, you will definitely die.
During the battle, the two sides had to avoid the invasion of the extreme cold, which can be said to be extremely difficult.
It is a pity that the contended territory is not permanently safe, and it may be occupied by the extreme cold.
"You lunatics!"
"You fools!"
While the cultivators on both sides were fighting, they kept cursing each other, and neither of them would back down.
But my heart was trembling and dripping blood, just because of this catastrophe in the sea of clouds, it has caused countless monks' deaths and injuries.
Before the catastrophe, many monks thought that they were actually lucky enough.
After the catastrophe happened, I suddenly realized that I was just a small dust.
No one can escape this catastrophe, and perhaps the only difference is the time sequence.
After another period of fighting, the area where the Alliance headquarters was located had already been corpses.
In this icy starry sea, there are the wreckage of star islands and ship fragments everywhere.
There were also cracks everywhere, spreading out a strip of ice tentacles, with countless monks' corpses attached to them.
Many Alliance Star Islands are now wrapped in ice, looking like huge glaciers.
On these star islands, there are no monks remaining, so it is no different from looking for death.
The two warring parties occupied an area and confronted each other, but they were not as fierce as they killed some time ago.
With the **** fight, the number of monks on both sides has been greatly reduced, and they are now in a evenly matched state.
Although the extremely cold air was still spreading, it gave the monks breathing time and allowed them to rest.
Of course, it won't take long, and the fighting will continue until the last person falls.
If you don't want to fight anymore, then take the initiative to leave, absolutely no one will stop you.
Many Singdao monks, as well as uninfected alliance powerhouses, left the starry sky one after another.
In the eyes of these monks, the cruel fighting today has no meaning at all.
In the end, it is still hard to escape.
It is better to stay away from the dispute, find a secluded place, quietly waiting for the last moment to come.
These monks in the sea of stars have seen through life and death, and can face everything calmly.
Compared with the madly fighting alliance headquarters, the frozen planet was dead silent, as if it had become a real no man's land.
All the frozen cultivators have been taken into the mind of God Kingdom by Tang Zhen, further enhancing their strength.
Tang Zhen sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, waiting for the bait of the original Lingbao.
After seeing the battle at the Alliance Headquarters, Tang Zhen knew clearly that it was time for a decisive battle.
"Go all, put an end to the hatred of the year, and then there will be nothing to do with it."
Following Tang Zhen's order, the millions of frozen monks from the Kingdom of God in his mind rushed straight to the Alliance headquarters.