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Shen Bingxin's expression changed.

"Song Qingshan!"

She immediately pressed his heart and inserted the Qingshen needle into the Tanzhong point.

Song Qingshan's body did not collapse.

But the well seal between the eyebrows flickered violently, and the golden light flickered uncertainly.

Mr. Black said softly: "It has chosen you."

Shen Bingxin's eyes were filled with coldness.

"Shut up."

Another needle flew out and stabbed directly into Mr. Black's throat.

Mr. Black turned his head to avoid it.

The silver needle grazed the edge of the mask, leaving a thin crack.

A white mark finally appeared on the streakless black mask.

Mr. Black raised his hand and touched the mask.

"Interesting."

Shen Bingxin did not retreat.

She knew that as long as she took a step back at this moment, Song Qingshan might be dragged away by the center of the well.

Divine consciousness in the black river.

Song Qingshan was locked with dark red eyes.

That power is too strong.

It was so strong that he seemed to be being dragged towards the stone door.

Once the consciousness is dragged into the center of the well, even if the physical body is still there, it will become an empty shell.

At this moment, a clear dragon roar sounded deep in his mind.

Sister Long's voice was filled with rare anger.

"What are you looking at!"

"Have you never seen a dragon?"

The next moment, a pale golden dragon shadow rushed out from behind Song Qingshan's consciousness.

The dragon shadow is not big, but it is extremely agile.

It coiled around the golden sword and bit off several of the black hands it had grabbed.

The thoughts with dark red eyes were slightly stagnant.

Obviously, it didn't expect that Song Qingshan still had this thing hidden in his consciousness.

Song Qingshan felt relieved.

"It came just in time."

Sister Long snorted.

"If you wait any longer, I will consider collecting your body."

"Where did the corpse come from?"

"Then collect the empty shells."

Song Qingshan was no longer distracted.

With the dragon shadow protecting his consciousness, he was finally able to move forward.

At the end of the black line, the connection node between the abandoned well mark and the well center has appeared.

It was a black nail embedded in the bottom of the Black River.

One end of the nail is connected to the abandoned well mark on Mr. Black's chest.

The other end was inserted into the gap of the stone door in the center of the well.

As long as this nail is cut off, Mr. Hei will no longer be able to borrow the power of the well.

But around the nail, there was a dark red shadow.

That's not a complete disaster.

Just a tentacle of the will behind the door.

Sister Long's voice deepened.

"You can't let this thing touch you."

Song Qingshan said: "You block it for a breath."

"One breath?"

"That's enough."

Sister Long didn't talk nonsense anymore.

The light golden dragon shadow pounced towards the dark red tentacles.

The tentacles wrapped around him instantly, and the dragon shadow was suppressed until its light dimmed.

In this breath, Song Qingshan's golden sword of divine consciousness ignited with the light of the sun.

"Break."

The black nails cracked.

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