"Does it matter what ordinary people think of us?" said a great Confucian.

The great Confucians talked a lot, but there was no conclusion.

There's no way, there are all great Confucians in Skynet, and these great Confucians are usually very important No. 1 people, how can they be easily convinced.

Unless, there is a person who can take charge of things and jump out and speak.

"Don't mention the fact that ordinary people's lives are used to fill coffins. Suddenly, a voice appeared in Skynet.

"What are you? Don't mention it?" said a great Confucian snort.

"My name is Gong Que, and my teacher is Lu Wen...... So, do you want to die?" the voice was emotionless, but a murderous aura permeated the skynet.

Then there was silence in Skynet.

In today's world, who can call Teacher Lu Wen?

Obviously, the controversy in Skynet has led the real bigwigs out.

"Senior Gong Que, didn't you go after and kill that plane master?" Li Lin said in Skynet.

Although everyone didn't know Li Lin's voice, they couldn't help but take a deep breath when they heard it.

That old monster named Gong Que turned out to be chasing and killing the Lord of the Plane?!

An old monster is an old monster, and even the lord of the plane can hunt down and kill him.

"I seriously injured him. Gong Que said a little angrily: "He slipped back to his world, otherwise I will definitely take off his head and kick it as a ball!"

The crowd still did not dare to speak.

Who dares to talk too much about this fierce record?

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The dialogue in Skynet is known only to the Great Confucians.

After the rest of the people found the heavenly coffin, they could only feel uneasy in their hearts.

It is worth mentioning that when the Skynet dialogue was going on, Shen Xinglin and Sang Hongyun had already teamed up to kill the strange-looking creature, and the rest of the extraterritorial creatures were also killed by Zhang Wuji, the dean of the Bingdao Academy, with Shujing.

However, this is only the beginning, and I saw that many extraterritorial creatures descended from the giant hole in the sky one after another.

"Lead those extraterrestrial creatures to the coffin. There is a great Confucian instructed.

Four coffins were located in places that were extremely far away, but unfortunately, one coffin was located in the sky above the Zhou Kingdom.

This also means that the Zhou State is bound to go through a river of blood.

Xue Likai, the emperor of the Zhou State, stood at the top of the palace, looking at the looming coffin in the sky, his expression was a little indifferent.

"Father, I have already placed the talented seedlings. Xue Qingsheng appeared behind Xue Likai and said in a low voice.

"Hmm. Xue Likai nodded, and then said: "Ten years later, let them come out, but remember that the matter of the coffin must be recorded, and after they appear, they must continue to fight with the goal of lifting the coffin." ”

"Yes. Xue Qingsheng replied, after all, in ten years, they may have already fallen.

But in this world, someone has to keep fighting.

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Hongsang Academy, at this time, the large array of the nursing courtyard has already been opened, and all the students are protected by the large array.

Only a few Great Confucians were left in the big array to guard, and the rest of the Great Confucians went out to fight with the dean.

"Dean, are they going to be okay?" said one student, with some concern. He had only just joined Hongsang Academy, and he didn't expect this to happen, and he didn't know if the academy would survive this catastrophe.

"You have time to worry about the dean, you might as well write a book!" a tutor walked over and said with a solemn expression: "After this world, it will depend on you!"

"Teacher Huang Zheng. The student said in a heartfelt manner, "Can we really do it?"

Huang Zheng sighed and said in a deep voice: "You are all students selected by the Red Mulberry Academy, and your talent will naturally not be bad, the dean specially explained before leaving, after ten years, our academy must produce at least twenty more great Confucians, otherwise the combat power will not be able to connect." ”

"War is very cruel, and this great array of nurses cannot protect us for a lifetime!" Huang Zheng looked at the students in front of him and said, "I don't want to die in obscurity in the future, write a good book now!"

"Look at Xiong Jia and Liu Changwen, the two of them have been in retreat for a long time, you have to learn more!"

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Small mountain village.

Li Lin had already taken his family to the palace.

Shen Quancheng smoked a tobacco, and the smoke ring he exhaled carried a bit of vicissitudes.

There is nothing he can do about lifting the coffin, so he can only leave it to other Confucians.

In this war, everyone has their own tasks.

In addition to guarding the small mountain village, Shen Quancheng naturally also has his own tasks.

He wants to leave usable combat power for the next era.

In front of Shen Quancheng's eyes, a young man was writing a book at his desk.

This young man was the first person Li Lin met after coming to this world.

He is Ah Xing.

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Chenghu Academy.

Yan Zhili said with teary eyes: "Can't I go out to play yet?"

Shen Ci singer held a book and said without raising his head: "When you become a great Confucian, you can go out to play." ”

Yan Zhili puffed out his mouth, "It's not difficult to become a great Confucian! But it will take me three years!"

Shen Cige's hand trembled and did not speak.

He knew that what this little Lori said was the truth, Yan Zhili's talent was the strongest in Chenghu Academy in a hundred years, and she was the most likely person to become a great Confucian in three years.

It's a pity that she's just a child.

Even if this kid becomes a big Confucian, it is impossible to be sent to the battlefield immediately.

Shen Cige shook his head and said, "Ten years, ten years, if you have a way to become stronger than everyone in Chenghu Academy, no one will stop you from going out." ”

"Really?" Yan Zhili's eyes lit up, obviously moved by this proposal.

As a fugitive demon king, what Yan Zhili needs most is personal freedom that is no longer bound!

"Okay! Ali is going to sprint with all his might! Ali is going to become the strongest in Chenghu...... No! It's the strongest in the world! When the time comes, no one can stop me! There's no place I can't go!" Yan Zhili waved his little fist and went to write a book with high morale.

Shen Cige watched Yan Zhili's back leave, silent for a long time, and then he took out his spirit book.

The book of spirits has four black stars on the cover.

"It doesn't seem like it's enough, I have to work harder. Shen Cige exhaled and said seriously: "The dean said that ten years from now will be our era, and now in this era, Chenghu Academy is the first of the five major academies, and of course it will be ten years later!

The plane war began, and the entire world of writing books and creating heavens fell into chaos.

In order to facilitate the recording of the war, the chronicle was uniformly defined by the book-keeping clan, and the first year of the war was called the first year of the Great Tribulation.

In the first year of the Great Tribulation, four coffins appeared in the sky, and only the Confucian Confucians knew the specific role of these four coffins, and they also intentionally or unintentionally led the battlefield to the surrounding coffins in order to open the coffins as soon as possible.

However, the number of human lives required to build the ladder leading to the coffin was too great, and even though the Great Confucian tried their best to lure the enemy to the coffin, they had not been able to open any of the coffins until the thirteenth year of the Great Tribulation.

The Confucians thought of many methods, and some people proposed that the battlefield should be concentrated on one coffin, and the goal was to open a coffin first.

It's a good idea, but enemies outside the realm don't think so.

Even if these creatures outside the territory don't know what will happen after the coffin is lifted, they are not stupid, and there are wise men from other planes in the extraterritorial camp, as early as the second year of the Great Tribulation, their strategy was deliberately to avoid the surroundings of the coffin, so the plan to open the coffin was delayed until the thirteenth year of the Great Tribulation and did not succeed smoothly.

Moreover, the giant hole in the sky is so vast, and the range of extraterritorial biological energy attacks is too large, it is impossible to concentrate the battlefield completely around four coffins, let alone only one coffin.

On a certain level, the world is passive, and although they have a home advantage, they also have a significant disadvantage - they cannot single-handedly decide the location of the battlefield.

For extraterritorial creatures, the entire world of writing books and creating heavens can be a battlefield.

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Despite the turmoil of the war, in the past thirteen years, there have also been many hero-level writers, all of which have been specially cultivated by the great forces, especially in the ten years of the Great Tribulation, those new Confucians who have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain have sprung up to turn the war situation into a favorable situation, so that the casualties outside the territory for a while have been heavy.

Many of these freshmen came from the five major academies of the Zhou Kingdom, among which Shen Cige of Chenghu Academy was the most famous.