Chapter 1807

This native of the Prison of Ten Thousand Races has a very out-of-the-box thinking.

Lin Beichen really didn't know how he, who had never been outside for tens of thousands of years since his birth, understood the outside world.

"When I'm bored, I go down to Wanlongyuan to play with those little dragons and let them tell me stories."

Wu Shanglong said: "Sometimes, I will pester my parents to tell me stories. My understanding of the outside world comes from here... So, can you take me out?"

Having said this, he looked at Lin Beichen expectantly.

Lin Beichen pointed to Li Chenyuan without hesitation and said, "Ask him, he is our leader."

"oh?"

Wu Shanglong said in surprise: "His cultivation level is so much worse than yours, and he is actually the leader?"

Lin Beichen: "..."

Li Chenyuan: "..."

Wu Shanglong seemed to feel that what he said was wrong, and quickly explained to Li Chenyuan: "I'm sorry, I didn't say that you are inferior, but that you are weaker than him."

Li Chenyuan: "..."

Shut up now, you are so impatient.

There are so many people, don’t I want to lose face?

"According to the military regulations of the Forbidden Army, you...cannot go out and must stay in your own position."

Li Chenyuan considered his words carefully.

Wu Shanglong said: "But I am not the Forbidden Army, my parents are."

Li Chenyuan said: "This... you need to ask your father-in-law."

"Oh, they definitely don't want to let me out."

Wu Shanglong said dejectedly: "I have begged many times. Either they say that the outside world is very dangerous, or they say that military orders are difficult to disobey, or they say that I am not strong enough... useless."

Lin Beichen comforted him: "Don't worry, you will be able to go out one day."

"Listening to your words is like listening to a speech."

Wu Shanglong rolled his eyes.

Lin Beichen: "..."

A dog like this can't talk, so it's better to stay in the prison of all races honestly, otherwise he will be beaten to death sooner or later if he goes out.

Finally, the green dragon flew across the Wanlong Abyss.

Wu Shanglong's parents stood on the east and west sides like mountains, motionless as mountains, and did not interact with the fanatical believers.

Half an hour later.

"arrive."

The green dragon carried everyone to the end of the primitive forest world.

Wu Shanglong pinched the green dragon's neck and shook it hard, and the latter vomited out a shining silver dagger.

He cut through the void with his silver dagger, revealing the corridor door leading to the upper level.

"I can only send you here."

Wu Shanglong felt infinite regret and said: "Brothers and sisters, after you have completed your mission, you must come and play with me when you have time. I am really bored here alone."

"Definitely next time."

Lin Beichen said.

Everyone entered the corridor behind the door.

The door slowly closed and disappeared.

The fanatics were relieved.

To be honest, passing this level can be said to be the easiest time since entering the Prison of Ten Thousand Races. Not only did I not encounter any enemies, but I also rode on a "private plane" all the way. It was as easy as traveling, looking at the beautiful scenery below. Just pass.

It would be nice if every layer looked like this.

But this beautiful wish was soon shattered.

The next level is a surging water world, with terrifying behemoths lurking on the bottom of the sea. Fortunately, it is protected by the garrison of the Forbidden Army. After losing six fanatic believers, we managed to pass through.

Lin Beichen discovered a problem.

Each level of the prison of all races suppresses an alien race.

Since the Prison of All Races can suppress them, it should be impossible for each level to communicate with each other.

Because even the stationed imperial troops cannot support each other.

But why, they all know about the tributes, and they are still making targeted attacks, extremely violent, with a posture of intercepting the tributes no matter what the cost.

King Chao Tian was not so crazy when he tried to outwit the birthday card.

So, how do different races communicate and exchange information?

Could it be...

Is it related to the person mentioned by the ancestor of the Sand People?

Lin Beichen was very curious.

In the next day, the fanatical believers passed through the prison within the eight thousand range without any danger, and finally entered the nine thousand range.

In the Prison of All Races nine thousand floors up, those imprisoned are the strongest races among all races in the prehistoric universe in the dark ages of the past, and they were also the royal clans that once dominated this galaxy and universe.

On the nine thousandth floor, everyone came to a small world in the universe.

Looking around, the stars form a strange galaxy.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

Strange sounds came from the depths of the starry sky.

It's like weapons intersecting.

It also seemed like armor clashing.

"what is that?"

Someone pointed to the distant starry sky.

Lin Beichen looked around, his pupils suddenly shaking wildly.

I don't know how far away in the starry sky, a huge figure like a god walked slowly, covering a distance of millions of miles in one step, as if walking on the galaxy.

In his right hand, he held a rusty long knife.

In his left hand, he held a star.

Clang.

It was the sound of his sharpening his sword with the stars.

The long knife rubbed against the stars, splashing out clusters of sparks, causing the entire starry sky to flicker.

Lin Beichen's throat felt dry for a while.

This is the ancestor.

An absolute ancestor-level existence.

"You guys came a little faster than I thought."

The majestic god spoke slowly and said, "Come with me."

He stretched out his long knife.

The blade was vast and long, and the edge could not be seen at a glance. Like an endless metal plain, it appeared at the feet of Lin Beichen and others.

Li Chenyuan led everyone and stepped onto the blade.

It's like tiny particles of dust clinging to the blade.

The majestic god is holding a knife and walking among the stars.

When the blade changes direction, the distance is tens of millions of miles.

Lin Beichen's scalp was numb.

The existence of this realm was beyond his imagination.

Ancestor level.

Is this an ancestor-level existence?

Judging from his appearance, he should be a divine general in the Forbidden Army, but I don’t know who is one of the twenty-four ancestors of the human race. Which one is he?

"Senior, can you tell me your name?"

Lin Beichen said loudly.

Li Chenyuan couldn't help but sweat for him. In front of the ancestor, he actually dared to ask questions?

"nameless."

The great god said calmly.

"Which one of the twenty-four ancestors of the human race is your senior?"

Lin Beichen continued to ask questions.

"Not among the twenty-four ancestors."

The Way of the Great God.

What?

Lin Beichen was shocked.

Although he had long heard that there were people in the emperor's imperial army who could rival the ancestors, he was still greatly surprised at this moment.

Could it be that besides the twenty-four ancestors of the human race that are known to the world, are there any ancestor-level existences?

What the mighty god suppressed was the nine thousand-level prison of all races, which was already at the ancestor level. Doesn't that mean that the next nine hundred and ninety-nine levels of the guarding imperial army will all have the existence of the ancestor level?

At least nine hundred and ninety-nine ancestors?

impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

According to what Wang Zhong and Zou Tianyun said, it was the betrayal of the saints that caused the emperor to be injured, and the fate of the human race began to decline. The ancient tribe occupied the magpie's nest. If there are so many ancestor-level beings under the emperor's command, which one How could the Forefather of Saints seriously injure the Emperor?

Lin Beichen didn't want to believe it.

There are so many ancestors in the world, but they still can't completely suppress all races. Now that the human race is withering, if all races come back, wouldn't it be the end?

Just when Lin Beichen's thoughts were running wild, the mighty God spoke again.

"You shouldn't be here."

He looked at Lin Beichen.

Young Master Lin almost returned to the city directly.

Could it be that this unknown ancestor-level existence has seen some secrets in himself?

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