Chapter 2319
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Everyone looked a little calm on the surface, but the seed of fear had already taken root in their hearts. Even if they pretended to be calm, the panic in their eyes was difficult to hide.
Only the Spirit Void Temple was left, didn't this mean that … Jun Wu Xie and the Night Regime would come soon?
Everyone seemed to have predicted the coming disaster.
The people from the Upper Realm would never have thought that in such a barren place like the Middle Realm, they would actually encounter such an enemy. Eighty thousand Gold Spirits had perished. Even if they had the pride of the Upper Realm, they could not erase this number.
In the midst of anxiety, every minute and every second seemed to be a torture for them.
Nangong Lie's face was very ugly, but he couldn't continue to be afraid.
"Pass down the order, everyone be on guard and prepare to meet the enemy! If you find any abnormalities, report immediately! "Nangong Lie said solemnly.
The burly man in the hall immediately came back to his senses. He turned around and walked out. As soon as his front foot stepped out of the hall, his back foot was pulled back into the hall by a strong force. His sturdy body fell heavily on the hard marble floor of the shop, and cracks like a spider web appeared on the floor.
The loud crash echoed in the huge hall and everyone in the hall widened their eyes in an instant. Their eyes couldn't help but look at the entrance of the hall.
They saw a slender and beautiful woman with a cold face step into the hall. Unknowingly, there was a bloody scene behind her. The place she stepped on had already turned into a river of blood. The red blood covered the ground, like a red carpet covering everyone's sight.
The guards who had been standing guard outside the palace were all sprawled on the ground. Even at the moment of their deaths, they did not realize what had happened. They lay dispiritedly in a pool of blood, their faces still frozen with the shock of death.
Everyone in the hall took a deep breath in an instant and looked at the woman in disbelief. Their eyes were filled with panic as if they had seen the god of death.
Jun Wu Xie walked unhurriedly into the main hall, her white dress was stained red by the blood that had passed by. Strands of demonic red soaked through the hem of her dress and dyed upwards, like a gradually changing flower blooming at the edge of her dress.
The smell of blood assaulted everyone's nostrils, making it difficult for them to breathe. They could only widen their eyes and watch the nightmare descend.
Nangong Lie, who was sitting on a high seat, stared dumbfoundedly at the woman who had just entered the hall. Even though she had come directly to him, he could not sense her aura at all. She was like a ghost that had entered without anyone noticing.
With just a glance, Nangong Lie had guessed the other party's identity.
"Jun Wu Xie?" Nangong Lie's breathing slowed down.
Jun Wu Xie calmly walked into the main hall, a pair of cold eyes looking around. Wherever her gaze passed, everyone held their breaths. She was obviously so beautiful, but she carried the aura of death. Such beauty was moving, but it was also terrifying.
"This is the last place." Jun Wu Xie's lips parted slightly, but the words that came out of her mouth made everyone's hair stand on end.
The last place?
Washing the last place of the Nine Temples with blood!
The burly man who had fallen to the ground took a while to regain his strength. He frantically tried to push himself up, but the sharp pain in his body caused him to fall back to the ground with a loud crash.
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