Fighting Flame Clan

Chapter 211 Yanzu?

"Portrait? Inheritance?"

The patriarchs of the past dynasties definitely have an extremely strong desire for Yanzu's inheritance, but no matter how eager they are, they probably dare not touch Yanzu's portrait.

After all, the ancestor Yanli created the Yan Clan single-handedly. In the eyes of everyone in the Yan Clan, Yan Li is not only the ancestor, but also the sacred and inviolable god of the Yan Clan!
If someone dares to do something to Yan Zu's portrait, the consequences will be disastrous.
Disrespect to the ancestors, according to the clan rules of the Yan clan, they will be imprisoned for hundreds of years and think about their mistakes, or they will be abolished and expelled from the Yan clan.

In any family, being disrespectful to the ancestors is an unforgivable felony!

What's more, it was the Doudi ancestor who created the family single-handedly.

Not to mention Huo Xuan, the patriarch would be punished for disrespecting Yan Zu!

Huo Xuan stared at the portrait, and began to think of various feasible methods in his mind.

Kneeling down and begging the ancestor to show his spirit?Use your sincere heart to move the ancestors, so that the ancestors will pass on the inheritance to you?
This idea is a bit unrealistic. It is estimated that there are many patriarchs in the past who have done this. It is estimated that if I kneel here for several years or decades, the ancestors may not be able to show their spirits. It's the last day.

Another way.

Try dripping a drop of blood on it?

Huo Xuan thinks that this method should be feasible, since the inheritance left by the ancestor is for the descendants of the Yan Clan, it is not impossible to recognize the master with a drop of blood and obtain the inheritance.

It is estimated that ordinary blood should not be used for the dripping blood. It is estimated that it is more reliable to use the blood of Yan Clan Doudi.

Thinking of this, Huo Xuan formed a few strange seals on his hands, and immediately the fingertip of his right index finger lightly slid across his left palm, and a faint bloodstain suddenly appeared, and drops of blood slowly flowed out.
Seeing this, Huo Xuan quickly caught the blood, and immediately wiped the blood with his right hand, and the blood stopped immediately.

Fresh blood quietly floated in Huo Xuan's palm, above the blood, there was a faint golden light shining.

After hesitating for a moment, Huo Xuan stained a scarlet flame in the portrait with blood. The flame is red, and the blood is also red. Anyway, they are all red, so it is not easy to be found.

Wait for a moment, there is no response at all
……

"Am I guessing wrong?"

Seeing this, Huo Xuan stared blankly at the portrait in front of him. After a while, he shook his head slightly and fell silent.

His eyes were full of disappointment, Huo Xuan immediately fell into silence, this silence lasted for a long time, suddenly, a somewhat crazy idea appeared in Huo Xuan's mind!

Facing this portrait, Huo Xuan thought of the remnant picture of Yao Huo!
How about trying to burn the portrait with different fire?
Huo Xuan's eyes fell on the portrait again, but after only a few seconds, Huo Xuan dismissed this idea.

In case there is no problem with the portrait, if I go down with the strange fire, won't it be turned into ashes?

Destroying the portrait is definitely disrespectful to the ancestors, just like digging one's own ancestral grave with one's own hands. If the portrait is really destroyed, then one's good days are probably coming to an end.
Just when Huo Xuan was about to give up, he felt a little unwilling in his heart. Since he came, how could he return empty-handed?

All the signs here indicate that there is a problem with the portrait. I must have done it wrong just now. Maybe using different fires is the correct way to open it.
Although the patriarchs of the past generations were very eager to inherit, they probably didn't dare to touch the portrait of Yanzu. At most, they were probably the same as themselves, sneaking around and doing it as much as possible without leaving any traces.

They may not dare to have such a bold idea about the portrait. Even if they dared, they would not dare to do it. After all, if they did, they would know the consequences
In the fight, the strange fire is omnipotent!

In the original book, the Three Mysterious Transformations of Heaven and Fire, the Pregnant Spirit Powder, and the remnant soul of the Jinglian demon saint were all burned out with different fires. In the original work, any strange things encountered were burned with different fires. The strange fire will be solved by burning it like this.

Thinking of this, Huo Xuan felt more and more that his guess was correct, took a deep breath, summoned the strange fire, and walked slowly towards the portrait
"Don't blame me, Ancestor. If you want to blame, I'll blame you for liking these fancy things." Huo Xuan held the strange fire with one hand, and stroked the corner of the portrait with the other hand, and said, "Ancestor, if you are not careful Destroyed the portrait. You must forgive me!"

After the words fell, Huo Xuan hesitated for a long time, and wanted to make a move several times, but his hands just didn't obey, and he still couldn't do it. Finally, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and became really ruthless. The strange fire in his palm fell on the portrait superior!

After a while, Huo Xuan withdrew the strange fire, opened his eyes, and the portrait was still hanging there!

Safe and sound!

Seeing this, Huo Xuan immediately lifted his spirits, and his originally uneasy heart gradually returned to calm.
After being burned by the strange fire, not only was there nothing wrong with the portrait, but if you looked carefully, you could also find that the color on the portrait was even more vivid!
Among them, there is indeed a problem!

This time, without any hesitation, Huo Xuan summoned the strange fire again and burned the portrait!

The flames were burning fiercely, and under the scorching temperature, the color of the portrait gradually became more vivid, and there was a faint light emitting from it
As the strange fire burned more and more fiercely, the light emitted by the portrait became brighter and brighter, the light was extremely soft, but when the light fell on Huo Xuan's body, he clearly felt a huge pressure, and, As the light grows stronger, the pressure also increases
This extremely terrifying coercion was simply not something that Huo Xuan could resist now, the pressure became stronger and stronger, Huo Xuan almost couldn't help but knelt down.

"Almost, it should be soon"

Facing the powerful pressure, Huo Xuan still persisted. He had a premonition that he would soon succeed, and he also had a premonition that if he stopped at this point, all previous efforts would be wasted.
The temperature was increased again, and the strange fire burned the portrait at a very high speed. The color of the portrait became more and more vivid, and the light became stronger and stronger. At the same time, so did the coercion. At a certain moment, the portrait suddenly trembled, and it was several times stronger than before. Ten times the light burst out from it!

"puff!"

This time, the coercion was tens of times stronger in an instant, Huo Xuan couldn't hold it any longer, a mouthful of blood spewed out, his body softened, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

After a while, the soft light gradually dissipated, the portrait returned to its original appearance, and Huo Xuan disappeared.
……

"What a terrifying coercion!"

The figures of two old men in white robes appeared, looked at everything around them, and said with extremely solemn expressions.

Looking around, he didn't find Huo Xuan. An old man frowned, and immediately asked, "Where's that little guy?"

They had never felt the extremely terrifying coercion from the patriarch before, and the master of the coercion was at least above the early stage of Nine Star Fighting Saints.
Nine Star Dou Sheng peak powerhouse. Or even stronger.
In the face of that coercion before, they only felt like ants.
"Will it not"

The two old men in white robes suddenly turned their gazes to the lifelike portrait hanging in the hall. They looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

"I'm afraid this is the only possibility. The little guy's luck is really good. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and the thing that the patriarchs of the past have pursued so hard has finally fallen into his hands."

"Just in case, I'll inform the patriarch, you stay here to guard." After speaking, an old man in white robe flashed his figure and disappeared from the spot immediately.

Only another white-robed old man was left alone, looking at the portrait of the ancestor in front of him.

"Inherited for thousands of years, the patriarchs of all generations have returned empty-handed. Why can the little guy get it?"

"Hey, the word "chance" really makes people speechless."

(End of this chapter)