"That's it, no matter what, you're also a glimmer of life."

"Since it's in my hands, I'll give you a chance."

Thinking of this, the woman's jade hands stretched out to the back of her neck. What is worn here is a small bottle of white jade.

Around the vial, there is a thick fairy aura, and it doesn't look extraordinary.

This object is a rare treasure even for a woman, otherwise she would not have worn it on her chest.

The woman held the vial in her hand and looked at Yang Dong with a hint of complexity.

Do you really want to use such a treasure on someone you don't know?

What if he's just an ordinary person?

Thinking of this, a hint of hesitation flashed in the woman's eyes.

After all, a treasure of this level can be called a great benefit even for a father.

If you let your father know that he used it on an ordinary person, he would definitely be furious!

But...... What if he is the one who deserves the doom?

Back then, Madman Jia used all his means to seek a glimmer of chance. However, what he finally harvested was not a heavenly opportunity, but a real heavenly calamity!

According to the prediction of Madman Jia, in the near future, the entire continent will suffer an extremely terrible disaster.

This catastrophe went down to the peddlers and pawns, and up to the so-called immortals who were hidden from the world, and no one could stay out of the world.

And according to what Madman Jia said, even his father, a dignified lord, can only end up in death in the face of such a catastrophe.

And the glimmer of life in the entire continent fell on the prophesied person who responded to the catastrophe.

But madman Jia didn't calculate where the person who should be robbed was.

Later, he fell into madness and voluntarily broke away from the law......

In the woman's mind, she recalled the past recorded in the book, but in her heart, the battle between heaven and man began.

To save, or not to save?

Even if she is a Lingjun, she is still a little embarrassed at the moment.

After a moment of silence, a look of determination flashed in the woman's eyes.

Save, must be saved!

Even if it is for his father, even if it is for the sake of the people in the world, this person must be saved.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what if.

No matter how precious the treasure is, it can always be regenerated, so it's a big deal to wait a little longer.

Thinking of this, the woman had already made a decision in her heart.

She stared at Yang Dong and felt that although this man was a little handsome, he was not particularly outstanding. But for some reason, she faintly felt that the other party had an indescribable temperament.

She exhaled a soft breath of air, and then gently uncorked the white jade vial.

In the next second, an inexplicable fragrant smell appeared in the entire space.

"This is a thousand-year-old chalcedony, but it's cheap for you kid."

"But this thing can make you reshape your meridians and be reborn."

"Remember, you owe me your life."

She muttered to herself, and then flipped her wrist slightly, and the next moment, Yang Dong, who was in a coma, actually took the initiative to open his mouth.

Seeing this, the woman's other jade hand covering the vial leaned slightly to the side.

In the early morning sun, the chalcedony is crystal clear, mixed with a unique fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy just by smelling it.

The chalcedony as a whole showed a viscous shape similar to glue, and with the tilt of the vial, the chalcedony slowly dripped into Yang Dong's mouth.

This process lasted for about half a pillar of incense. However, the woman's cheeks did not show any impatience.

It was as if there were no mood swings on her face.

In fact, there was only one drop of chalcedony in the entire vial. As the chalcedony dripped into Yang Dong's mouth, the vial seemed to have lost its soul and lost its former luster. Then in the hands of the woman, it turned into a cloud of flying ashes.

At the same time, Yang Dong, who fell into a coma, had a very strange dream.

In his dream, he seemed to have become a great hero.

Under his leadership, thousands of troops galloped out, seemingly fighting with some human faces who could not see clearly.

"Boom!"

The sound that almost shattered the human eardrum sounded behind Yang Dong.

He subconsciously covered his ears and turned his head to forget about the past. I saw a huge fireball, flying into the air, and then slamming down!

Suddenly, on the entire battlefield, there was mourning.

Yang Donggang wanted to save the soldier next to him, but as soon as the picture turned, he came to a farmhouse.

In the farmhouse, an old woman sat on the ground, with a white cloth wrapped around her head, and was overwhelmed with grief and weeping.

When she saw Yang Dong appear, it was like seeing an enemy who didn't share the sky.

She pointed at Yang Dong with her finger and angrily accused him of all kinds of crimes!

"That's him, he's an executioner, a murderous demon!"

"If it weren't for his demagoguery, my son would definitely not die on the battlefield!"

"You're the murderer! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go! ”

"Yang Dong, do you know that millions of people have died because of you, can you afford this crime?"

"Die, only by death can you atone for your sins."

"Die, only by dying can you be liberated!"

At the same time, countless figures, both real and illusory, all surrounded Yang Dong.

Their voices were like weeping, but their content was surprisingly consistent, that is, they wanted Yang Dong to die and make a break for the sins he had committed.

At this moment, Yang Dong already had little reason left, and he was even more dizzy from the sounds around him.

He wanted to escape, but the people around him didn't give him a chance to escape.

He clutched his head tightly and crouched helplessly on the ground. However, the surrounding voices did not mean to stop at all.

Not only that, but these voices intensified, making Yang Dong's scalp tingle, and his whole person's reason was on the verge of collapsing at any time, he felt that he was about to collapse, but in the dark he always felt that he still had unfinished business.

And it was this unwillingness that made him persist until now.

At the same time, the woman outside also noticed his situation, something was wrong, but she frowned, but she couldn't see anything.

After all, even she couldn't know everything.

However, even so, she still sensed that the meridians in Yang Dong's body did not have a tendency to heal, but instead developed towards further disintegration. This phenomenon surprised her immensely.

How is this possible? An ancient treasure like chalcedony is obviously very effective, but why has there been an opposite change in his body, what is going on?