In front, Sai Yaren and Zhong Xiaoshan carried the impact of the snake group and pressed forward, approaching step by step, Cui Lang cut out piece by piece of diamond blades, Ling Qingping and Yue Qimei defended against the stinger attack, and they were a little unable to resist.

Yiqing collected the corpse of the red-ridged snake while helping Wen Yiming to step back, anxiously urging him to rest quickly.

Wen Yiming gasped and struck in the regression, Amon's pressure was extremely great, and the six-meter-wide passage made him tired of coping, and there were no less than five stingers nailed to his body in a row, fortunately, it had the effect of the best poison-removing potion, which could quickly remove the toxins, but the pain of skin and flesh was inevitable.

He knew that once he retreated, the rear would be lost, and now he could only hold on and see if he could turn the corner at the next fork in the road.

The passage was too wide, Wen Yiming's feet were weak, and some unconscious consciousness caused the speed of the dragon lance to no longer keep up with the impact of the snakes, and the upper body of Jingchi sounded again and again.

"Big brother, quickly stand back, woo" Yiqing's cry made the attack in front of him frantically erupt, their advance was very difficult, the speed was no different from that of a snail, if they withdrew their men to the rear to resist, they would be in a stalemate again.

Wen Yiming felt that in the reluctant support, the true yuan was declining quite quickly, the essence elixir was far from catching up with the consumption, and although the spiritual power was slowly recovering, it was only enough for him to support and focus on sharing.

He kept summoning the spirit crystal in his hand, and worked hard to run the Great Life Spirit Technique to drive the operation of the exercises, and tried his best to shoot rhythmically.

The fifth autumn crossbow regressed and cast a confused sound wave,. It is released every two minutes, although the pressure on the two people in the rear has eased somewhat, but it is also a drop in the bucket.

The main reason is that the advance in front is not strong enough, if the advance is fast enough, the rear only needs to defend and retreat.

But the current situation cannot be replaced at all, and it can only be maintained in this state, which makes Amon anxious and roaring again and again.

The quality of his chain knife is too poor, and he is thankful that he can kill a fourth-order minion without a gap, and as for the fifth-order red-ridged snake, he can't even break the defense.

"Damn!" Amon stabbed three times in a row, killing only a fourth-order minion, so angry that he almost wanted to kill the snakes.

Put away the chain knife, take out Wen Yiming's icy dagger, and by the way, sacrifice a big shield and fight and retreat.

The rear was pushed back much faster than the front was pushed forward, and in less than three minutes, the nine men were tightly huddled together.

The passage was wide enough, but the space between the nine people was extremely small, and there was no limit to the restraint of their hands and feet.

A pop sounded, Wen Yiming's thigh was shot by a stinger again and again, and his feet were weak, if it weren't for Amon's grabbing and dragging him backwards, he was almost disfigured by the fifth-order red ridge snake in front of him.

Amon only slowed down for a moment, and then he was struck in the thigh by the line of fire that crossed through, and with a miserable snort, he was hit by the fifth-order red ridge snake on the big shield and crashed into Yiqing's body.

Forcibly taking a step back to support the inertia of retreating, Amun's eyes suddenly turned red, Yiqing was hit by him, his face turned pale, and his nosebleed fell on his chest.

With a roar of rage, the stinger poured into his body shook out, and his body expanded in a large circle at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a scorching breath permeated the air.

Madness!

In the tearing of the clothes, the blood vessels rose vigorously, and the scorching breath was like steaming gray and black smoke, and the color became thicker and thicker in the swirling.

"Haaa——!"

There was another tearing beast roar, and Wen Yiming, who was holding Yiqing and retreating and barely trying to shoot, was surprised to find that the smoke on Amon's body seemed to be attracted by the drumming dantian, and it was very rhythmic to converge into three groups, and at the same time converged around his waist and circled, and the higher and higher temperature chased the line of fire of the Red Ridge Snake Group.

"Haha!" Amon laughed wildly, and the crowd in the crowd faintly heard a vibration like a drumbeat, powerful and powerful!

'Knock knock!'

The crowd was shocked, and after two sounds, they all heard the rhythmic and powerful vibration, which turned out to be the beating of Amun's heart.

Authentic primary madness!

Wen Yiming heard Amon mention the temple inheritance of the Zu'an clan, and the madness displayed in front of him was the foundation martial arts of the Zu'an madman.

Only by stepping into the primary madness can you awaken the various inherited martial arts that follow, and only by entering the authentic madness state can you exert your combat effectiveness to the extreme.

The advance ahead actually increased slightly at this moment, as if it was excited by Amon's madness.

I had to be excited, and even Wen Yiming's shooting speed increased, because Amon was laughing wildly at the moment, chopping five fourth-order minions to death with Bing Mo in a row, and the fifth-order red ridge snake that hit was even knocked to the ground by it with a big shield, and Bing Mo imagined a blue shadow, and the seven inches were already bloody.

And those stingers that were shot, Amon completely ignored, and was shocked open after less than an inch into the flesh, although he was covered in blood, he didn't realize it, but became even more crazy.

The amplification brought about by madness is a multiplication of defense and the awakening of absolute power in slumber.

True Yuan is only an auxiliary, and the mad Zu'an madman does not need True Yuan at all, with the help of the deep potential brought by supreme anger and courage.

Wen Yiming clearly remembered that Amon once said that the time for the primary madness would not be too long, and as for how long it varied from person to person, no one knew, because he was the last Zuan madman in the world.

"Xiaoshan, Lao Sai changed to the back, give Mondo, make way for Amon!" Wen Yiming spoke very quickly, and the dragon spear in his hand struggled to resist, trying not to let the rear lose at the moment of substitution.

Zhong Xiaoshan and Sai Yaren turned around and were about to get out of the way, when they saw Amon jumping in place behind him, volleying a turn, and his huge and burly body slammed down in front of him with a bang.

A group of crowded fourth-order minions were trampled to death by five of them.

The corners of Cui Lang's mouth twitched into tears, and the short evacuation of the two melee fighters made him hit one after another, and when Amon Rushan's calm body stood in front of him, the sense of security was simply indescribable.

The two people who moved to the rear knew everything in their perceptions, but they were also so frightened that they almost lost their minds, and they jumped in the air and directly kicked the red spine snake into meat paste, which was too violent.

With the increase in the violent intensity of the madness, Amon Bing changed to his left hand, and the chain knife in his right hand was sacrificed again, and in the snapping sound, the virus butcher knife was thrown violently.

The speed of the advance was obviously increased by more than ten times, and Wen Yiming was blocked behind by Sai Yaren, allowing him to breathe a little.

Pulling Yiqing sideways forward, he saw a faint circle of dark red runes floating out of the agitation on Amon's waist, the color was not distinct, but the three thick black smoke hovering around the waist were faintly red, and the scorching air surged again and again, almost wanting to burn.

"Haha——! burn!"

In Amon's crazy laughter, Cui Lang had forgotten to release the diamond blade, his eyes staring at the three swirling black smoke around Amon's waist, whirring and spinning rapidly, revealing a transparent firelight.

As soon as the five fourth-order minions pounced on Qi Qi and let out a miserable howl, they fell to the ground with a clatter, and the transparent flames attached to the flesh and blood were like twisted hair, tightly intertwined on them, constantly corroding and burning.

! Burning in pain! Wen Yiming was stunned.

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