But these three names are indeed written on the list.

"A little girl selling clay dolls, a gentleman watching feng shui, a shepherd boy riding a bull."

Jiang Wenming repeated these three strange names.

His brain was racing wildly, thinking about the people he remembered that were related to these three names.

"Clay dolls, feng shui, bull riding."

Suddenly, three names appeared in Jiang Wenming's mind.

"No, it won't! No way! ”

Jiang Wenming shook his head frantically and threw this absurd idea out of his mind.

The gods related to mud dolls in the history of mythology, except for the demon saint and the mother of human beings, Nuwa Niangniang, he really can't think of anyone else.

But!

A little girl who sells clay dolls?

Is this list serious? Do you call Nuwa Niangniang a little girl who sells mud dolls?

There is also a gentleman who looks at feng shui, since it involves feng shui, it must be related to the gossip of the five elements, and he can appear with Nuwa Niangniang, and his name is about to come out.

Emperor Fuxi, one of the three emperors of the human race!

As for the last shepherd boy riding a bull, there is no need to guess.

Among the mythological characters, in addition to Lao Tzu Li Er, who else likes to ride a bull and has been a shepherd boy?

Jiang Wenming felt his heart tremble.

If he guessed correctly, then this time it was three saints, and they were all top saints.

This time Huaxia is saved!

But soon he began to struggle again.

Who to choose?

The three saints are good at different fields, Nuwa Niangniang is good at creating, whether it is a living soul or a magic weapon, one person is comparable to ten thousand armies.

Emperor Fuxi is good at formation deduction, good at winning more with less, and unpredictable prophets.

And Lao Tzu Li Er is the embodiment of moral Tianzun, who is good at educating sentient beings, and his combat effectiveness is unknown.

Whoever you choose seems to be good, but whoever you choose doesn't seem to be able to restrain Jehovah.

"Since that's the case, then it's better to gamble, resign yourself to fate, and the saint and the saint will soon appear."

Jiang Wenming said, turning his hair into a dice.

"One or two choose Nuwa Niangniang, three or four choose Emperor Fuxi, and five or six is Lao Tzu Li Er."

After saying that, he threw the dice directly.

However, his performance here was unsurprisingly projected on the big screen.

For a moment, everyone was shocked.

"! it! it! is worthy of Jiang Shen, and he actually played dice at this time. ”

"Don't panic, the dice help."

"It's like I do multiple-choice questions on exams."

"The end of truth is metaphysics, look, Jiang Shen is a fellow believer."

"I'm curious, what's going on with those three names? Why is there no name? ”

"It's the first time I've seen this situation, only the title has no name, if you guess wrong, you'll die, right?"

"No wonder Jiang Shen has to shake the dice when he sees it."

"Could it be that God Jiang doesn't know these three gods?"

"Isn't it normal not to know? There is no picture, no truth, only a title, who can guess it. ”

"So, aren't we going to lose?"

"Big brother, do you still want to win? The one on the other side is the creator god, and his combat power is stronger than Shiva and Rulai in Tianzhu, how can he win? ”

“……”

Not only ordinary viewers in Huaxia, but even Li Jianguo and other high-level officials were gloomy.

Although they did not know Jehovah, they could sense his power in the title of creator God.

On the other hand, Jiang Wenming's side didn't seem to have any intention of summoning at all, but instead played dice there.

"Xiao Jiang may be under too much pressure!"

Said one of the generals.

"He's still a kid after all, and we subconsciously ignore that."

The other general sighed.

In the face of the creator god Yahweh, even they were deeply disturbed in the audience, not to mention Jiang Wenming in the ring.

Everyone is not 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 in the call-out ceremony.

And Jiang Wenming in the ring was looking directly at the dice on the ground at this time.

I saw the dice spinning non-stop.

One moment it's two, one moment it's four, but the next second it's five or six.

It's as if someone is manipulating.

No!

More like a scramble to be exact!

Scramble?

"Could it be that the three saints are still competing for the opportunity to fight?"

I can't help but think of the scene where the three saints are like children fighting for each other.

Jiang Wenming was amused by his own thoughts.

That's when it happened.

The dice finally stopped.

The number above is one.

Seeing this, Jiang Wenming no longer hesitated, immediately stood up and bowed to the name in the void.

"Rub the soil to create people, cut the giant ao, descend the black dragon, set the four poles, melt the five-colored stone to make up the sky, the younger generation Jiang Wenming, welcome the mother of all things, the saint of the demon clan, and the female ...... The little girl who sells clay dolls descends. ”

Jiang Wenming wanted to talk about Nuwa Niangniang, 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 with a pink carving appeared, stepped out of the gate of creation, and stepped into the ring.

"Hee-hee...... Sure enough, I won. ”

The little girl grinned at Jiang Wenming, and she was still a little playful and cute.

Jiang Wenming certainly knew what she meant by winning.

It's just that he didn't expect that the other party would come to the world in this way.

"The dignified Nuwa Niangniang, the first batch of saints in heaven and earth, will be a cute little girl, if you say it, you must not drown in human saliva."

Jiang Wenming complained wildly in his heart.

And the audience in the audience instantly fried the pot.

"Is Jiang Shen crazy? A little girl was summoned to die. ”

"It's too cruel, although I know that I will lose, but I can't be so bad!"

"Could it be that I'm the only one who noticed what Jiang Shen said just now? 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 Jiang Shen bear 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, say it and scare you to death."

"You know? Tell me about it! ”

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the creator of our Chinese human race, the mother of all things, Nuwa Niangniang."

"Damn, really? Nuwa Niangniang is a little girl? ”

"I don't read much, brother, don't scare me."

“……”

The moment the little girl appeared, not only the Lord 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 light of merit that only the creator god has!

This little girl carved in pink is likely to be a super boss among the Chinese gods.

Jehovah's ancient countenance, which had no waves, became wonderful in an instant.

"Nuwa!"

"Grandpa, you recognize the wrong person, she is just a little girl who sells clay dolls, not a great Nuwa Niangniang."

The little girl's pair of horn braids shook like a rattle, and her face was innocent.