"What a fucking waste!"

Duan Fei shook his hand in disgust and said to Attila, who was full of disbelief: "You dare to claim eternal life even if you are a thing like you? Believe it or not, you can kill your life if you just hold a pistol! As for those soldiers from the Rakshasa Kingdom who broke into this place, if it weren't for your sudden appearance, you would have died in their hands long ago!"

"No! I don't believe it!"

Attila struggled to stand up and raised half of the golden scimitar in her hand: "I am Attila! The Holy Ancestor of the Huns! The invincible warrior in the world!"

"Bad!"

Duan Fei was too lazy to take action, and an ice cone flew out from behind him, hitting Attila's chest, nailing the guy to the golden wall!

Attila threw away the golden scimitar in her hand with a clang, grabbed the ice cone stained with blood and screamed!

"I won't bully you either, I'll let you die and understand!"

Duan Fei walked to Attila and said condescendingly: "You trash was cheated! Then what the Holy Water mentioned by the Pope will definitely adulterate you. It must be something mixed with vampire blood, turning you into a semi-vampire. This vampire constitution is not afraid of sunlight, but has a limited lifespan. And it does not have the strong constitution of an ordinary vampire, which is just stronger than an ordinary person."

"No!"

Attila roared wildly, her eyes were bloodshot: "I am immortal! I am invincible! I am the Holy Ancestor of the Huns..."

"Shut up and you!"

Duan Fei was too lazy to pay attention to the crazy Hun Holy Ancestor, and grabbed him in his hand and threw the great Attila out of the Golden Underground Palace.

...

The Holy Ancestral Palace was already in chaos on the ground.

Chahan Buhua and others were foolishly watching Duan Feiling torture Attila, and his punches and kicks seemed to hit them on their bodies and faces.

"Holy Ancestor!"

"My Saint Ancestor!"

"Go and save the Holy Ancestor!"

"Where is the Saint Ancestor? I will contact the army immediately to find the Saint Ancestor!"

...

The priests and government officials were wandering around like ants on the hot pan.

Suddenly, Attila and others on the screen seemed to disappear, and then the red gauze-like screen began to slowly dissipate.

This strange scene made the audience silent for a moment, and then all eyes fell on Cha Hanbuhua, who was always protruding.

Because only he has the ability to condense images of the underground palace here, everyone is waiting for him to gather the images of the Holy Ancestor again.

As if he felt everyone's sight, Chahan Buhua raised his head and slowly scanned the audience.

His eyes seemed to have a special calming effect, and everyone suddenly became quiet.

"I know where the Holy Ancestor is." Chahan Buhua said slowly.

Everyone was stunned and then showed a fanatical expression.

Chahan Buhua continued: "The Holy Ancestor was awake more than a hundred years ago. At that time, he had just encountered a major earthquake. A cave appeared at the bottom of Heliantuotuo Mountain. However, because this is Heliantuotuo Mountain, no one dared to approach it, and no one found out the secret of the cave."

"Later, a defeated army from the Rakshasa Kingdom rushed into our Huns. They were the defeated army of the Rakshasa civil war. These guys rushed directly to the foot of the mountain, and at the same time the cave appeared."

"Because it was dark, these guys got into the cave, and some people went deeper and deeper until a golden underground palace was finally revealed, and there was a huge golden coffin there!"

Chahan Buhua said that he deliberately paused here, his eyes blurred.

"Is it the one who has the defeated army of the Rakshasa Kingdom that appeared in the Holy Ancestor's Underground?" The person who listened to Chahan Buhua's narration changed his face.

"That's right, what they found was the Holy Ancestor Underground Palace, and the huge golden coffin was the Holy Ancestor Attila!" Chahan Buhua said in a deep voice.

"Why didn't the golden robe priest welcome the Holy Ancestor?" someone cursed angrily.

The others also nodded and glared at Chahan Buhua, as if Chahan Buhua was the golden robe priest of that year.

Chahan Buhua seemed to have expected this reaction long ago and continued to say lightly: "Those defeated troops not only disturbed the peace of the Holy Ancestor, but also coveted the Golden Underground Palace, and wanted to demolish the entire palace and take it away!"

"What?"

The crowd exploded instantly when they heard this!

"How dare you disturb the peace of the Holy Ancestor?"

"We still have to demolish the underground palace?"

"It's simply!"

"This group of people deserves to die! He deserves to die ten thousand times!"

...

Amid the roar of rage, Chahan Buhua waved his hand to stop everyone: "These shameless people did not get a good end. After they disturbed the Saint Ancestor, the Saint Ancestor woke up and directly used divine power to punish these defeated troops, scaring away the defeated troops. Then, the defeated troops detonated the bomb in a daze during the escape, and collapsed the entrance of the underground palace!"

"When we rushed over after hearing the news, we only saw a mess. In order not to disturb the Saint Ancestor's sleep, we blocked the hole again until now."

So that's it.

The doubts in everyone's heart were resolved, and then an anxious person shouted: "For more than a hundred years, you golden robe priests have always known the whereabouts of the Holy Ancestor, but they refuse to take the Holy Ancestor back. It is simply unforgivable!"

Everyone nodded, looking at Chahan Buhua with extremely bad eyes.

Chahan Buhua faced these gazes calmly: "My previous golden robe priest and I refused to take back the Holy Ancestor. We would rather sacrifice a hundred men and women to sacrifice the Holy Ancestor every ten years. Haven't you ever thought about the reason?"

"reason?"

The eyes of the Prime Minister Bo Yan suddenly flashed, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"It seems that Premier Bo Yan has already thought of it!"

Chahan Buhua nodded with satisfaction: "As he thought, what benefits will the Saint Ancestor return to us the Huns? There is no benefit. Instead, it will put us in crisis, because the Saint Ancestor is determined to rebuild the Hun Empire!"

"So that's what you think!"

Bo Yan suddenly realized: "The environment now is completely different from that time. It is difficult for us to protect ourselves against the Rakshasa Kingdom and the Huaxia Kingdom. If we want to rebuild the Huns, we will be seeking death. But the Holy Ancestor doesn't care about these things. As long as he comes back, what he brings to the Huns is destruction!"

"Prime Minister wise!"

Chahan Buhua nodded at Bo Yan: "So we must let the Holy Ancestor continue to be God, rather than be reborn as a human being. Do you think I'm right?"

"Paste on you!"

Before Chahan Buhua finished speaking, Bo Yan jumped out first and punched Chahan Buhua in the face, knocked the golden robe priest to the ground, covered his face and looked at Bo Yan in shock.

Bo Yan pointed at Chahan Buhua condescendingly and shouted: "I just said your despicable thoughts. Do you think that is my real thought? Tell you, all my cells are thinking of welcoming the Saint Ancestor back. With the prestige and intelligence of the Saint Ancestor, we the Huns can definitely rebuild the great empire of that day! And you are blocking the realization of all this!"

Chahan Buhua's hands were cold and he was about to spur out an old mouthful of blood.

"Kill him! Then let's go and welcome the Holy Ancestor!" Bo Yan roared angrily.

The crowd was excited, and everyone agreed with Bo Yan's statement.

Immediately someone rushed over and pressed Cha Hanbuhua onto the crescent-shaped stone platform, and chopped off his head with one knife!

Blood was gushing wildly, just like Chahan Buhua's full of anger!
Chapter completed!