Chapter 1646 Today next year will be your death day!
"Young hero, please step back first."
"Leave this Shadow King to me."
Feeling the terrifying aura of the Nine Nether Shadow King, An Xiong's expression changed.
But in the end, he took the initiative to stand up and said to the disciples around him: "You guys, escort Miss Shen and Mr. Shen away, and you must not let them make any mistakes."
"As commanded."
Several disciples from Tumubao raised their hands and surrounded Shen Chenfeng and An Yiran.
"Shen Chenfeng, let's go."
A trace of desolation flashed in An Yiran's eyes, because she knew that with An Xiong's fourth-level cultivation as a god, he was no match for the Nine Nether Shadow King.
But she still suppressed her grief, stepped forward and pulled Shen Chenfeng, and said: "Without further delay, let's go."
"No!"
Shen Chenfeng threw away An Yiran's arm and said calmly: "I won't leave."
"Master Shen, what are you doing?"
Anxiong was a little angry. Regardless of the fear of his life, he stayed to give them a break.
But instead of being grateful, Shen Chenfeng even wanted to die on his own initiative.
Only An Yiran seemed to have thought of something, his eyes flashed, and he subconsciously asked: "Shen Chenfeng, are you..."
"good."
Shen Chenfeng smiled and nodded, saying: "You can go, I can just stay here."
"But……"
An Yiran was a little worried and wanted to say something.
"It's fine."
"Believe me."
Shen Chenfeng nodded, his eyes full of determination.
"good."
An Yiran hesitated for a moment, then no longer had any doubts, and said to An Xiong: "Third uncle, let's go."
"What?"
"What what?"
"What are you talking about, let's retreat and let this kid stay?"
An Xiong suddenly showed an incredible expression and said: "An Yiran, are you crazy? You actually let Mr. Shen stay. Aren't you asking him to die?"
"yes."
"Miss An, Mr. Shen is our benefactor."
"What you're doing isn't quite right, is it?"
The disciples of Tumubao caused a commotion.
"That's enough."
An Yiran took a deep breath and explained in a low voice: "I know what I'm going to say next sounds incredible. But believe me, Shen Chenfeng will definitely be able to block the Nine Nether Shadow King."
"Yes."
"Please believe me."
Shen Chenfeng suddenly turned around and glanced at every disciple in Tumubao.
Everyone can clearly feel the strong confidence in Shen Chenfeng's heart.
"But……"
Anxiong looked hesitant and wanted to say something.
"Nothing to worry about."
"Nine Nether Shadow King has arrived, let's leave quickly."
An Yiran couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed An Xiong, turned around and left without looking back.
Several other disciples also did not dare to stay and left closely behind.
It was not until everyone left that Shen Chenfeng slowly turned around and looked at the tall and tall Jiuyou Shadow King, with an indifferent smile on his face.
"Human!"
"Today next year will be your death anniversary!"
The Nine Nether Shadow King roared, causing the mountains to shake.
"No, you are wrong."
"Today next year will be your death anniversary."
Shen Chenfeng flicked his fingers and said nonchalantly.
"Be bold!"
"How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me like an ant?"
"Human, suffer death!"
boom!
The Nine Nether Shadow King roared angrily, and his mountain-like palms carried terrifying power, covering the world, overwhelming the sky, and shrouding Shen Chenfeng.
At the same time, in the civil fort.
Anxiong and the others ducked out of the way and returned to the castle.
"Ran'er."
A burly, armored, scarred middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and said with a doting look on his face: "How are you? Are you okay?"
"father."
An Yiran flew into the middle-aged man's arms and said in a choked voice, "I'm fine."
"It's okay."
"Just come back."
The middle-aged man patted An Yiran's back to express comfort. Then he glanced at a few people, his face changed slightly, and said, "Why are only a few of you back? Where is the young master who just helped us?"
"this……"
An Xiong opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to explain.
"father!"
"Shen Chenfeng took the initiative to stay and resist the Nine Nether Shadow King."
An Yiran raised his head and said proudly.
"What?"
"You actually let that young master go to resist the Nine Nether Shadow King alone?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then became furious and shouted: "It's nonsense, it's just nonsense! Although that young man is proficient in Buddhism and is the nemesis of the Shadow Clan. But with his cultivation in the Heaven-reaching Divine Realm, how can he be The opponent of the Nine Nether Shadow King?"
"Young patriarch, please calm down."
"It's not that we asked him to resist the Nine Nether Shadow King, but that he insisted on staying on his own and drove us all back."
Anxiong smiled bitterly and said, "Moreover, the lady also agreed."
"What?"
"You actually agreed to let him stay on his own?"
The middle-aged man was shocked, turned around and looked at An Yiran, and said, "Ran'er, what on earth is going on?"
"Well, it's a long story..."
An Yiran coughed and wanted to say something.
Sudden.
A figure was like a meteorite that crashed onto the ground, razing nearly seventy mountains within a radius of dozens of miles to the ground.
Before anyone could react, the figure rose from the ground into the sky again, as if nothing was wrong.
"What a strong body!"
"Even I am afraid of the Nine Netherworld Falling Palm of the Nine Nether Shadow King. But this young master received a slap without any injuries?"
"Could it be that this young master is a great master?"
"No wonder Ran'er is so confident in this young master..."
An Tai looked at that figure with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Then he seemed to think of something, his face suddenly changed, and he said: "That's not right!"
"kindness?"
"What's wrong?"
An Xiong was startled and asked quickly.
"This young master, what kind of cultivation level did you have just now?"
An Tai narrowed his eyes, with a trace of doubt on his face.
"If I remember correctly..."
"The young master just now should be at the first level of yin and yang."
Anxiong groaned and spoke slowly.
Unexpectedly, An Tai's expression changed again.
He raised his hand and pointed at Shen Chenfeng, glared, and said, "Then take a look, what kind of cultivation level is he now?"
"kindness?"
Hearing this, everyone ran away.
But the next moment, they seemed to have seen a ghost, with extremely strange expressions on their faces.
"The eighth level of Yin and Yang?"
An Tai rubbed his eyes fiercely, and after making sure that he had seen correctly, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "How is this possible? Just now, he was still at the level of Yin and Yang, how could he break through seven in a blink of an eye?" Level, directly promoted to the eighth level of Yin and Yang?"
