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Chapter 1950: Demon God Angry

Everyone gathered at the north gate of Shifang City at noon.

The gate has already been filled with military off-road 7-seater vehicles.

These vehicles loaded the thousands of members of the Guwu family into the carriages, and then drove towards the endless desert of Northern Xinjiang.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

Lu Fan and Yang Zipei were sitting in the same car. Looking at the endless wilderness in the distance, they couldn't help but feel a little sad.

No matter how powerful the family is, no matter how glorious the history, no matter how terrifying the power is, it will never be able to withstand the engulfment of the long river of history.

It's like this Shifang City was buried in the desert of northern Xinjiang and a sword once penetrated an era.

Among the thousands of warriors gathered here today, in a few years, will anyone remember or mention it again?

Is it the same as them? It is just a wave in the long river of time that flutters and then disappears.

"It seems that there is a storm."

Just when everyone was looking at the scenery outside the window, Yang Zipei, who had been sitting silently in the back row, suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" Lu Fan asked subconsciously.

But when he looked in the direction Yang Zipei was looking, he was suddenly startled.

I saw that in the depths of the borderless wilderness in the distance, suddenly there was a sky full of sand and dust.

This black sandstorm originated from nowhere, and once it appeared, it covered the sky and covered the sky with clouds and blocked the sun.

With an unspeakable fear that made even the Grand Master feel palpitations, it began to sweep towards the speeding convoy from an unknown direction, many kilometers away.

"It's Karaka!"

The Wang family navigator who was sitting in the co-pilot also saw this scene. He looked horrified and shouted out.

"What Karaka?"

Yang Zipei asked puzzledly.

"Karaka is the honorific title given to the devil by us northern Xinjiang people."

"Only when the devil comes and tears open the passage between the world of heaven and hell, will such a horrific killing scene appear."

Demon God?

Extraordinary eyes were always fixed on the sweeping black sandstorm.

"What's the meaning?" Yang Zipei asked


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