"Ding, congratulations to the host, you successfully recovered lightning and gained +10 thunder attribute points."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you successfully recovered the thunder and lightning, and obtained the dragon bloodline increase. The dragon bloodline increased by +5%."
This violent energy rippled out.
From the position of the center of the technique, it would be fine to spread out and touch Meng Jing's body.
But, relatively speaking.
The surrounding rooms and even the ground were swept away by this violent energy and turned into ashes.
It was even said that a huge pit more than two meters deep was formed on the ground where Meng Jing was.
Meng Jing's entire body was suspended above the huge pit.
"Is there nothing wrong with the technique?"
Meng Jing was also furious.
This itself is nothing more than an oversight.
Who would have thought that the lightning would not hit him directly.
A technique that directly attacks oneself.
If something happens to this one of my own techniques.
That would really make me cry.
After all, he had just received two drops of his own dragon blood.
That is your own essence and blood.
Quite precious.
I couldn't bear to eat or wear it, so I saved the two drops of dragon's blood.
It's just like this, I definitely won't give it up.
So, Meng Jing quickly patted the dust above.
The moment he touched the top, a numb feeling came over him.
"What's going on?"
Logically speaking, I can recycle lightning.
You shouldn't feel electrocuted about yourself either.
But why is there such a numb feeling in this regard.
Although this feeling is not very strong.
But Meng Jing felt that if he were a person with a slightly lower level, in the realm of a small spiritual master.
If you touch it, it will probably be destroyed in ashes!
Meng Jing didn't dare to think too much. Anyway, it would be fine for him.
After patting away the dust on it, a technique with a shining purple surface fell into his eyes.
As for why I felt an electric shock just now, it was entirely because there was a layer of lightning-like things swimming around outside this technique.
This thing is like a protective shield, protecting the entire technique.
"Is it possible that this technique also absorbed lightning and then mutated?"
A bold idea came to Meng Jing's mind.
Other than that, there is absolutely no other explanation needed.
"Look at what happened to the skill panel!"
Meng Jing thought, opened the space backpack again, and clicked on the skills panel.
"Hey, it's strange. I remember that I learned this skill!"
After browsing for a long time, Meng Jing was scratching his head as he couldn't find anything about that technique.
This technique is called Ningyun Palm, that’s right.
These are all my memories.
However, there is no skill called Ningyun Palm in the skill panel that I have learned.
It is even said that there is no content related to Ningyun Palm.
"Is it possible that I need to learn it again?"
Meng Jing stopped and prepared to put this exercise into his space backpack.
If it is received in the space backpack and the system sound continues to sound.
That means you need to relearn.
But if not, then he doesn't know what to do.
"Give it a try!"
Meng Jing stretched out his hand and grabbed the skill book.
The previously noisy sounds in the air became excited.
"Hahaha, Lord Juan Ling, you can continue to stay in our clan!"
"That man seemed to have violated the laws of heaven and was struck to death by lightning!"
"There doesn't seem to be any movement now!"
Soon, another extremely old voice sounded.
"Hey, hey, that man is just seeking death. If I had known this, why would I ask him to do anything?"
"Look, this is no retribution coming!"
After the extremely old voice finished speaking, the audience burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay!"
Meng Jing stopped, turned around, and spread his palms again.
The black flames of nothingness burst out again.
I was just surprised that the technique had changed, but the other party thought that he had been struck to death by lightning.
If this is the case, then continue refining!
When the level is improved, take back the backpack!
Meng Jing smiled and wrapped the technique with black flames of nothingness.
Soon, under the burning of the flame, the purple layer covering the surface of the technique changed subtly.
Black is the most powerful color in the world.
No matter what colors are incorporated into it, black is always black.
This is also the most noble color in the world.
That layer of purple gradually began to turn black.
However, as it turned dark, Meng Jing could see that there were still layers of small things swimming around.
If I guessed correctly, it should be black thunder and lightning.
Meng Jing had heard that thunder and lightning can be divided into many colors.
The most common type of lightning is white lightning, which is also normal when it rains.
The color of thunder and lightning seen.
Secondly, there is blue-green thunder and lightning, which is the color of breakthrough in cultivation.
Of course, sometimes if the cultivation level is improved too fast, it may also be purple thunder and lightning.
Purple lightning is rarer and most powerful.
If you are struck by purple lightning, you will be seriously injured and your cultivation will be regressed.
If it's serious, it will turn into ashes.
In addition, there is black lightning above this, which can destroy the world.
As for whether it is true or false.
It was his first time seeing it.
And this first time, it was this scene before me.
"Ding, congratulations to the host. The low-level Earth-level skill Ningyun Palm has been promoted to the next level. The name of the skill has been changed."
Promotion? Has the name of the exercise been changed?
what's the situation?
Meng Jing was also startled when he heard this voice prompt for the first time.
This has never happened before.
It's just that the level of the skills has been improved.
Why did you get promoted today?
But soon, the indifferent voice of the system sounded again.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, the low-grade Earth-level skill Ningyun Palm has been promoted to the lower-level Earth-level skill - Ziyun Three Thousand Palms."
Ziyun Three Thousand Palms, what a great name!
Meng Jing was about to praise him.
The system rang again.
"Ding, congratulations to the host. Ziyun Three Thousand Palms, a low-grade Earth Ranker, has been promoted. The name of the technique has been changed."
Promoted again?
Meng Jing was stunned.
Why do you still need to advance?
"Ding, congratulations to the host, the low-grade Ziyun Three Thousand Palms of the Earth Rank has been promoted to the lower grade of the Earth Rank - Thunder Flame Three Thousand Palms."
Three Thousand Palms of Thunder Flame?
Although the name is not bad, it has improved so quickly.
Meng Jing couldn't react for a while.
"Forget it, keep going, just improve your level!"
Meng Jing ignored the system and continued to inject more flames into it.
The voices in the air became panicked again.
There are even more incredible sounds mixed in.
Now, on the other side.
The Ning family ancestral hall is crowded with people.
Crowded with children and grandchildren.
They all knelt in front of the ancestral hall.
In front of the ancestral hall is an old man.
The old man's body was illusory, suspended above a broken page.
Although the broken pages are worn out, they are well-kept.
The words above are clearly visible.
But, at this time, they began to disappear one by one.
And the old man was even more frightened.
"How is it possible, that person is not dead!"
"Is he a monster? The thunder and calamity of heaven didn't kill that guy!"
He made an extremely old voice and it was obvious that he had collapsed.
Just now, he thought that the other party had been struck to death by the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and he was planning to celebrate happily.
The result was good, the other side started refining again.
Once the words on the remaining pages of his page disappear, that's when he will die.
Right now, there are less than a hundred words on this fragment of page.
"What should we do, Lord Juan Ling, that Lord doesn't listen to us either!"
"Yes, Master Juan Ling, what should we do!"
The middle-aged men kneeling in front of the old man were even more desperate.
This Lord Juan Ling is the hope of their Ning family.
It is precisely because of Lord Juan Ling's blessing that their Ning family has been able to develop so far in the Xuanwu Empire.
If it had been any other family, they would have been annexed by a powerful family.
The weak prey on the strong, this is the cruelty of a first-rate powerful family.
The illusory old man in the air also sighed, "It seems that this is my fate!"
Then he pointed at the air again and said helplessly.
"Sir, can you agree to my request?"
"If you agree, I am willing to surrender and join your way."
"If you don't agree, Ning Xuan Bei, bring me fire. I will burn myself rather than join your way."
After the old man finished speaking, he gave a look.
There was a lot of crying in the audience.
"Lord Juan Ling, no!"
"Yes, Lord Juan Ling!"
The middle-aged man named Ning Xuanbei also looked lonely, but he still walked to the table and held up a candlestick.
The candle flame flickered, burning the remaining pages and turning them black.
The old man's skin suddenly became much darker.
This old man was originally transformed from a broken page.
Whatever the scraps of the page are like, so is he.
The remaining pages were burned by fire, and he disappeared from this world.
"Ningxuan Bei, burn me, since he doesn't agree to my request."
"Then don't let him get me completely..."
"Burn it, Ningxuan Bei, what are you doing in a daze? If you don't burn me, that guy will be finished refining it."
On the remaining pages, a dozen words suddenly disappeared.
"I'm sorry, Lord Juan Ling!"
The middle-aged man named Ning Beixuan brought the candlestick a little closer to the remaining page, and was about to burn the first word on it.
A young voice sounded.
"Tell me, what's the request?"
