857 God Touching My Head

Meng Qi was surrounded by dazzling lights from the Seven-Kill Tablet. Pictures one by one flew in front of his eyes like water. He felt like his body and Primordial Spirit were in a river that never ends with many branches lying ahead.

Pictures of different scenes in the past of himself and others flowed around him. It was hard for Meng Qi to make the decision to choose which scene he would like to go back to. And wherever there was the Seven-Kill Tablet, there existed mighty people's slough or breath. It could disturb the process and make him unable to arrive in the right place and time as he chose.

The Seven-Kill Tablet's effect can only last for a short time and if he did not choose soon, the pictures would disappear. Meng Qi enlarged pictures on his mind and murmured to himself calmly:

Year of Tian Le 37th... at Ning Xincheng...