But these three names are indeed written on the list.
"The little girl selling clay dolls, the feng shui gentleman, the shepherd boy riding the bull."
Jiang Wenming repeated these three strange names.
His brain was running wildly, thinking about the characters related to these three names in his memory.
"Clay dolls, Feng Shui, bull riding."
Suddenly, three names appeared in Jiang Wenming's mind.
"No way! No way!"
Jiang Wenming shook his head wildly and shook this absurd idea out of his mind.
In the history of mythology, he couldn't think of any other gods related to clay dolls except the Demon Saint and the Mother of Humanity, Nuwa Empress.
but!
The little girl selling clay dolls?
Is this list serious? You call Empress Nuwa a little girl selling clay dolls?
There is also a gentleman who reads Feng Shui. Since Feng Shui is involved, it must be related to the Five Elements and Bagua. If he can appear with Nuwa, his name will be revealed.
Emperor Fuxi, one of the three emperors of the human race!
As for the last shepherd boy riding the bull, there is no need to guess.
Among the mythical characters, besides Lao Tzu and Li Er, who else likes to ride bulls and even worked as a shepherd boy?
Jiang Wenming felt his heart trembling.
If he guessed correctly, then there were three saints this time, and they were all top saints.
This time China is saved!
But soon he started to get confused again.
Who to choose?
The three saints are good at different fields. Nuwa is good at creation. Whether it is creatures or magic weapons, one person is as good as ten thousand troops.
Emperor Fuxi was good at deducing formations, defeating more with less, and predicting the unexpected.
And Lao Tzu, Li Er, is the incarnation of the Moral God. He is good at educating all living beings, but his combat ability is unknown.
No matter who you choose, it seems good, but no matter who you choose, it seems that you can't restrain Jehovah.
"In that case, let's just take a gamble and let fate happen. The saint will soon appear."
Jiang Wenming said, turning his hair into a dice.
"First and second, I choose Empress Nuwa, third and fourth, I choose Emperor Fuxi, and fifth and sixth, I am Li Er."
After saying that, he threw the dice directly.
However, his performance here was projected onto the big screen without any surprise.
For a moment, everyone was shocked.
"Holy shit! Damn it! Damn it! As expected of God Chiang, he is actually playing dice at this time."
"Don't panic when something happens, Dice helps."
"It looks like the way I did the multiple-choice questions during the exam."
"The end of truth is metaphysics. Look, Chiang Kai-shek is a fellow believer."
"I'm curious, what's going on with those three names? Why are there no names?"
"This is also the first time I have seen this situation. There is only a title but no name. If you guess wrong, someone will die, right?"
"No wonder Jiang Shen rolls the dice when he sees it."
"Could it be that God Jiang doesn't recognize these three gods?"
"Isn't it normal that you don't know someone? There is no picture and no truth. There is only a title. You can guess who it is."
"So, aren't we destined to lose?"
"Brother, do you still want to win? The person opposite is the God of Creation, and his fighting power is stronger than Shiva and Tathagata of Tianzhu. How can we win?"
"..."
Not only the ordinary Chinese audience, but also Li Jianguo and other senior officials looked gloomy.
Although they do not know Jehovah, they can feel his power from the title of God of Creation.
On the other hand, Jiang Wenming seemed to have no intention of summoning him. Instead, he was playing dice.
"Xiao Jiang may be under too much pressure!"
said a general.
"He is still a child after all. We subconsciously ignored this."
The other general sighed.
Facing the Creator God Jehovah, even they in the audience felt deeply uneasy, let alone Jiang Wenming in the ring.
No one is optimistic about the next game.
They only hope that Jiang Wenming can successfully summon a god, no matter who it is.
As long as he doesn't die during the name-calling ceremony.
Jiang Wenming, who was on the stage, was looking straight at the dice on the ground.
I saw the dice spinning constantly.
One moment it was two, another moment it was four, but the next second it was five or six.
It's like someone is manipulating it.
No!
To be precise, it's more like fighting!
Fight?
"Are the three saints still fighting for the opportunity to fight?"
The scene of three saints competing with each other like children came to mind involuntarily.
Jiang Wenming was amused by his own thoughts.
at this time.
The dice finally stopped.
The number above is one.
When Jiang Wenming saw this, he no longer hesitated. He immediately stood up and bowed to the name in the void.
"Crush earth to create a man, kill a giant turtle, subdue a black dragon, fix the four poles, melt five-color stones to mend the sky, the younger generation Jiang Wenming welcomes the arrival of the mother of all things, the saint of the monster clan, the little girl... the little girl who sells clay dolls."
Jiang Wenming originally wanted to say Empress Nuwa, but suddenly thought that since the other party did not reveal her real name, she must have her intentions.
In this case, he simply avoided the other party's real name and chose the name that appeared in the void.
As his words fell, the sky suddenly emitted a colorful glow.
A little girl carved in pink and jade appeared, stepped out of the Gate of Creation, and came to the ring.
"Hehe... I won after all."
The little girl smiled at Jiang Wenming, and she was actually a little playful and cute.
Of course Jiang Wenming knew what she meant by winning.
But he didn't expect that the other party would come to the world like this.
"The majestic Nuwa Empress, one of the earliest saints in the world, turned out to be a cute little girl. If she told this, she would be drowned in people's saliva."
Jiang Wenming complained crazily in his heart.
The audience in the audience was instantly shocked.
"Is God Jiang crazy? He actually summoned a little girl to die."
"It's too cruel. Even though I know I will lose, I can't act like this!"
"Am I the only one who noticed what Jiang Shen just said? The mother of all things, the saint of the demon clan, is a little girl?"
"Is the world crazy, or am I crazy?"
"What a cute little sister, how could God Jiang have the heart to let her come out and die!"
"Hey, hey, you actually called her little sister, don't be too outrageous, okay? Do you know the true identity of this god? If you tell me, I'll scare you to death."
"You know? Tell me!"
"If I remember correctly, this should be the creator of our Chinese race, the mother of all things, Nuwa."
"Holy shit, is it true? Is Nuwa the Empress a little girl?"
"I don't study well, brother, don't scare me."
"..."
The moment the little girl appeared, not only Jehovah in the ring, but also the gods in the void were shocked.
No one knows better than them what the colorful divine light represents!
This is the divine light of merit that only the Creator God has!
This pretty little girl is very likely to be a super boss among the Chinese gods.
Jehovah's originally calm face suddenly became wonderful.
"Nuwa!"
"Grandpa, you have recognized the wrong person. She is just a little girl selling clay dolls, not the great Nuwa Empress."
The little girl's braids shook like a rattle, with an innocent look on her face.
