"How can there be such a legend, why haven't I heard of it?" Ying asked in a strange way.

Wang Banxian counted the silver tickets while sneering: "It's not us here, there are many local ancient legends recorded in the mobile phone, and there is such a legend among them." ”

"Show it to me. Ying Wuxin's heart moved, and he said eagerly.

Wang Banxian handed over the wooden box, Ying Wuxin took it, took out the mobile phone in it, and walked to the back room to check it.

According to the position that Wang Banxian said, Ying Wuxin quickly found those myths and legends, and when he saw that the leader of the tribe became a god, one of his dragons went to the south of the water, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"This dragon, could it be the dragon god?"

Ying Wuxin was taken aback by his bold idea, but after careful analysis, he felt that there was indeed a great possibility, because the inventor of the civilized text in the mobile phone was called Cangjie, and Sanzhou was called Cangshi, and it was very likely that he was a person.

A hundred years ago, the same traditional Chinese characters were used in both places, and in earlier times, they also used hieroglyphs, and the time was about the same, indicating that the source was originally the same.

"If the dragon god came to Sanzhou from that time with civilization, this would make sense. Why is the writing the same in the two places, and the inheritance is basically similar? ”

Ying Wu thought about it, and became more and more sure that his guess was correct, and the Ying Dragon of another civilization was the dragon god they had here.

"It turns out that the dragon god's real name is Ying Long. But when did Ying Long become a god, another civilization records that not long after Ying Long left, a new leader of the tribe was born, and he wanted to channel the river, Ying Long went out of the mountain again to help, and then returned, and there was no more news, is it after channeling the river?"

There is a lot of secrecy in this, and Ying Wuxin vaguely knows that there is a lot of hiding, but now is not the time to pursue these contents, the legend of the tribal leader and the maiden of three thousand, and then the legend of the day and the sun rising to become a god was there before Ying Long left.

Ying Long brought a part of the civilization there to the land of Sanzhou, and he will inevitably bring this legend over, because this is a matter of becoming a god, and no one will not desire it.

However, the reality is that this legend may not be so easy to realize, Ying Long may not bring many people, maybe there are not three thousand women, this legend may gradually become a secret in the process of civilization spreading in the land of Sanzhou.

"If this is a secret method of becoming a god, or is it handed down from ancient times, Zhengyang Ancestor knows, what will he do?"

Ying Wuxin was shocked, he thought of the number of female cultivators gathered in Zhengyang this time, the number was already very close to three thousand, if there was hidden secretly, the number would probably be enough.

"Could it be that the way to become a god is to possess three thousand female cultivators, the ancestor of Zhengyang, who plans to use this ritual to impact the divine position, and the many female disciples are not going to become furnace dings?"

In Ying Wuxin's mind, the faces of Bai Miaozhen, Yu Meiren, and Sun Xiaoman appeared one after another, and he couldn't help clenching his fists angrily.

"Can a cultivator really do anything in order to become a god?"

He has become a god, he is in charge of everything, he can do whatever he wants, and for such a goal, it seems that the cultivator can do whatever he wants.

Some people have to kill thousands of people for revenge, and the emperor wants to kill thousands of people for a woman, but tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, mortals can still do this, in order to become gods, cultivators go to extremes, it doesn't seem too much at all.

"But they are my friends, and you will not be defiled. ”

At this moment, Ying Wuxin made up his mind, even if he was the enemy of the entire Zhengyang, he would save those women.

"However, there is another problem, Zhengyang Ancestor is walking the masculine path, and there should be a conflict with this method of becoming a god. ”

Ying Wuxin still has doubts, because in myths and legends, it is impossible to know what path the tribal leader of another civilization took, but judging from the records, it is also a killing route such as an emperor, and if it is also a masculine and enterprising way, then it can be completely explained.

Zhengyang Ancestor's masculine path can completely take such a path to godhood, and even from the beginning, he has this kind of plan.

"In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the masculine path is completely opposite to a woman's feminine physique, so naturally no one will suspect that such a Taoist who walks the masculine path will attack a woman. Not only can it be well hidden, but in the end, it is easy to gather so many female monks to come, because they will not suspect it at all, and neither will the other male monks, this plan is simply seamless!"

In the end, Ying Wuxin had to marvel that the ancestor of the Zhengyang Dao Sect was so well disguised.

"Then what should I do next, the ceremony should be at the celebration, and I can only start at the celebration, but since the other party has hit the god position, it must be a third-stage Dao Venerable, and I, a Dao sect, can I really save those female cultivators?"

"Again, I can only save a few. ”

In Ying Wuxin's mind, the faces of Bai Miaozhen, Yu Meiren, and Sun Xiaoman resurfaced.

Thinking of the strength of Dao Zun, he should have a more intuitive experience, in front of the royal capital, the Dao Zun who followed behind him defeated another Dao Zun, and easily killed four Dao Sects, and then slapped tens of thousands of elite soldiers to death.

The strength of Daozun can be seen, but it also makes Ying Wuxin understand that even in Daozun, there is a big gap, the one who follows behind him may not be the three-stage, and his master, the old man who loves to peek at the woman's bath, is it not a three-stage, it's hard to say, but Zhengyang's family has begun to impact the god position, it must be the three-stage, and it is the kind of peak.

In the face of such a powerful Dao Venerable, even if the one behind him appears, even if there is a master to help, he may not be able to tie, and there are not many choices available to him as a Dao Sect.

"I also have a powerful method, but this method is mostly useless in front of the third-stage Dao Venerable who incarnates heaven and earth, and in the end, I may only be able to save one person, or even no one, so I can only escape by myself. ”

Ying Wuxin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and at this moment he hated his weakness more and more.

After a long time, Ying Wuxin, who had made up his mind, walked out of the room, found Wang Banxian and said: "I just remembered one thing, I left a breath formation in my manor, which will be activated at night to kill the intruder, now think about it, this method may be too radical, it will inevitably hurt those little girls, or the next person who has no intention of breaking in, it is a matter of human life, you go down the mountain and ride a horse, hurry back, inform the housekeeper of the news, and let him warn everyone not to go out at night, this is a silver ticket of one thousand taels, which is considered to give you errand fees." ”

Seeing the appearance of a silver ticket of one thousand taels, Wang Banxian immediately took it with a glint in his eyes, nodded and said, "Little Daoist, don't worry, I will definitely handle this kind of thing, then I will leave." ”

"Bring this on. Ying Wuxin put the phone in the wooden box and handed it to Wang Banxian.

Wang Banxian was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ying Wuxin with a suspicious gaze, "This is so valuable, it is safe to put it here Xiao Daoye." ”

"Bring it, I provoked the people of Zhengyang Daomen, there will probably be conflicts in the evening celebration, if a fierce battle breaks out, with a wooden box, I can't run fast. Ying Wuxin smiled.

Wang Banxian nodded slowly, took the wooden box, carried it, and said solemnly: "Little Daoist, take care, I'm leaving." ”

Ying Wuxin smiled and waved his hand, "Let's go, be careful on the road." ”