Everlasting Immortal Firmament

Hiss, my stomach seems to be wrong...! The voice of a saint came down from the sky.

The sudden sound made almost everyone below raise their brows, and looked at the sky suspiciously.

Is something wrong with the stomach? Do they have stomachs? an angel asked blankly.

Taichu shook his head, obviously, this was the first time Taichu encountered it.

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Juzi, it seems that there was no such event in the last Halloween? A Supreme Dao practitioner frowned.

The Taishang Juzi frowned slightly, but he became more and more attractive.

Future Buddha, has it happened before? A group of Bodhisattvas looked at the future Buddha.

Future Buddha clasped his hands together and shook his head, apparently he hadn't. However, at this moment, the future Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can't see at all, so it's hard to say anything.

I knew it! Master Liu Nian suddenly covered his face with bitterness.

It's over, it's over, what are you afraid of? Mu Chenfeng stared in horror.

Bing Ji and Mo Yike also turned their heads slowly, feeling a bit unbearable to watch.

It's started, that's it, all the saints will have a stomachache soon! Qi Sha opened his mouth and said in astonishment. Apparently the memory is still fresh.

Qingdi glanced at Gu Hai, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, obviously Qingdi also knew what was going on. Is this Gu Hai trying to die?

Emperor Kong, Xuan En, and Ye Hua didn't know what was going on, but they just looked at Gu Hai in confusion.

Master, something's wrong! Gou Chen said with a stiff face.

It's over, Changsheng, you did a good job! Ziwei said bitterly.

Gu Hai's face twitched slightly: I, I think highly of these saints!

Sure enough, after the first sage got up covering his stomach, the second and third sages also gradually covered their stomachs.

Oh, my stomach hurts too!

What's going on, my stomach, my stomach hurts!

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Hundreds of saints clutched their stomachs one after another and began to suffer. This scene almost made everyone below look dumbfounded.

All the 100,000 Wen Dao cultivators who participated in the competition stared wide-eyed: What are they doing?

Has the sage eaten up his stomach?

Why are they covering their stomachs?

No more majesty?

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majesty? There is no majesty at this moment, and soon, the saint who scolded Changsheng the most fiercely suddenly sat paralyzed on the sea of ​​righteousness.

Gongyangsheng, Jiugongzi, and Dingding all stared wide-eyed. How many of these situations?

Master Fleeting Years, you know, right? What's going on? What happened to the saints? Gongyang Sheng asked anxiously.

They, they might...! Grandmaster Fleeting Years seemed to be having difficulty opening his mouth.

Say it! Ding Ding frowned.

Maybe there is joy! Master Fleeting Year whispered.

Ugh! The three hosts were slightly taken aback, as if they didn't react for a while, and it took a while to understand.

Ridiculous, how is it possible! Ram Sheng stared at him suddenly.

Master Fleeting Years, you can't believe the nonsense! Ding Ding frowned.

Master Fleeting Years smiled wryly, and did not explain, but looked at the sky with a slight sigh.

But I saw that the pain of the hundred saints was getting worse and worse, each of them clutching their stomachs and screaming in pain.

The other saints around were also alarmed.

What's going on? Daozi Huasheng, what's wrong with you?

Chen Huasheng, are you okay?

Huyan Painter, what's the matter with you?

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The group of saints gathered around, and the majestic Wansheng judgment just now suddenly became a mess.

Ah, it hurts so much, why is my stomach getting bigger?

God has shaped our body, it is impossible to change, how could it change?

Our bodies have the laws of heaven, how come, ah, it hurts, there seems to be something in the stomach!

mine too!

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Hundreds of saints cried out in pain.

Below, the 500 million people were suddenly clamoring.

Isn't it because of Gu Hai's paintings?

Only these hundred saints, are they the ones who satirized Changsheng's painting just now?

Is it a problem with painting?

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Many people showed curiosity.

In the sky, Baisheng suffered for a while.

Let me check, don't move! cried a saint.

The other saints stepped aside one after another, only to see the saint put his hands on a saint's stomach.

Buzz!

The 100,000 contestants below, the 500 million people, the three holy places, and the people from the three celestial dynasties all fell silent, staring at the inspecting saint together.

Sage Medical Qin, what's the matter with them? Another saint asked suspiciously.

The qin doctor was silent for a while, and murmured to himself: How is it possible, how is it possible?

What's the matter? All the saints were anxious.

The medical qin sage checked the fallen sages one after another, and after a while, he seemed to be dumbfounded.

Saints of medical instruments, what's wrong with them? the saints said in a deep voice.

Yeah, what's wrong with us? Oh, it hurts, tell me quickly!

I haven't felt such pain in eight thousand years, what's the matter, tell me?

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Everyone's eyes were fixed on Saint Qin Doctor.

You, you...! The sage Qin doctor was a little silly.

Tell me, what's the matter?

All the saints were in an anxious noise.

You are pregnant! the qin doctor sage said in a low voice.

But with this very low voice, like thunder from the sky, all the saints who were blasted fell silent instantly, and at the same time, each of them felt that their worldview was completely shattered.

What? Pregnant?

A large number of saints quickly checked for them. Soon, the result was the same.

No, no, the old man has no children in his life, you tell me that he is pregnant now?

How could this king be pregnant, Saint Yiqin, you are talking nonsense, ah, it kicked my stomach!

How can we possibly get pregnant?

The old man tore your mouth!

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Hundreds of saints roared angrily.

The other 9,000 or so saints felt a pain in the ass.

I am a saint in the world, how could such a thing happen?

The group of saints shouted and scolded, how can there be any majesty in writing, at this moment all the saints are discussing the matter of pregnancy.

At this scene, all the common people and literary cultivators below swallowed their saliva.

The saint is pregnant?

That person calls himself an old man, so he must be an old man, right? Old men can get pregnant too?

This is the saint?

A saint is also a human being, why can't he be pregnant?

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boom!

Tianyin City below exploded in an instant.

The faces of the 100,000 contestants turned black. Is this a scandal for a saint?

At the beginning: ......!

Taishang: ......!

future:………………!

The people from the three holy places don't know what to say at this moment.

Emperor Qing and Emperor Kong twitched their faces and looked at Gu Hai. Good job you did.

Your Majesty? Sima Zongheng, who was next to His Majesty Dagan, asked with an ugly expression.

Father, what should we do now? Long Shenwu also showed a feeling of entanglement.

The Halloween Convention, once in a thousand years, what a sacred and solemn event, why has it become so weird this time around? This time, Gu Hai made the stomachs of the saints bigger? Are you too aggressive?

That's the judge, that's the saint in the world, who was not a famous myth in the world when he was alive in the past. It's good for you, Gu Hai, you were asked to paint for them to appreciate, not to make them pregnant.

At this moment, the big officials looked at Gu Hai with weird eyes.

Only Dagansheng himself didn't move, looking at the scene in front of him, he didn't seem to care, but no one noticed that Dagansheng had already pinched a fingerprint on the armrest of the dragon chair on Dagansheng.

How could they be pregnant? the saint in the sky asked anxiously.

They looked at that painting, ah, don't look at it, don't look at it! the sage of the medical instrument exclaimed.

call

All the saints were startled suddenly, they no longer dared to look at the evil painting, but looked at Gu Hai and Chang Sheng with murderous eyes one by one.

It's him! The medical qin sage pointed to Gu Hai.

Boom!

In an instant, countless eyes looked at Gu Hai and Chang Sheng, and the two became the focus in an instant.

Gu Hai smiled wryly, unexpectedly, did Changsheng's paintings only have the attribute of who sees who is pregnant, and there is no achievement in painting?

Hey, Saint of Musical Medicine, what should I do? What should I do with this stomach? It hurts so much!

Kick me again, hurry up, the medical qin saint!

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Hundreds of pregnant sages called for help to the sage qin in pain.

Our body is not alive, and I don't know what to do, just ask him! The zither sage shook his head and said.

The group of saints looked at Gu Hai and Chang Sheng together.

Gu Hai's face was weird. Could it be that he was teaching them to have a caesarean section in front of the three holy places and the three celestial dynasties? This, this style of painting is wrong. Besides, their bodies are different.

You plotted against the Daoist saints, don't you want to enter the Temple of Wendao? Come on, how can we get them back! asked the sage doctor.

The sage asked, the entire Tianyin City was silent, a great majesty radiated down, and countless people and cultivators looked at Gu Hai worriedly.

Recovery? What are you doing to recover? Isn't that good? Chang Sheng stared.

What did you say? the medical qin sage stared.

Changsheng wanted to reason, but Gu Hai pulled him back. Looking at the sky, the saint in pain felt guilty and said, My Tianji paintbrush has caused inconvenience to all saints, please forgive me. He only knows how to draw, but not how to collect it. We can't do anything about it, sorry!

Kill or bury?

You have no choice? You have no choice but to get us pregnant?

No, no, I don't want to get pregnant!

I hate you! Ouch!

I would never recommend you, ouch!

Tang pain pain, I hate you very much. If you want to enter the Temple of Wen Dao, don't even think about it. Don't even think about it for the rest of your life. Ah yo, pain pain pain!

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The group of saints roared with hatred in pain.