"Hey, my stomach, something doesn't seem right......" A saint's voice came from high in the sky.

The abrupt voice made almost everyone below raise their eyebrows, revealing a puzzled look at the sky.

"Something is wrong with their stomachs, do they have stomachs?" said an angel blankly.

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

South.

"Giant, it seems that there was no such thing in the last Halloween Conference?" said a Supreme Dao cultivator with a frown.

Taishang Juzi frowned slightly, but it became more and more attractive.

"Future Buddha, have you ever had it before?" the group of bodhisattvas looked at the future Buddha.

The future Buddha clasped his hands together and shook his head, obviously not either. However, at this moment, the future Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can't see it at all, and it's hard to say anything.

"I knew it!" Master Liunian suddenly covered his face and showed a bitterness.

"It's over, it's over, what's the fear of coming!" Mu Chenfeng glared and said in horror.

Bing Ji and Mo Yike also slowly turned their heads, a little unbearable to look at.

"It's started, that's it, all the saints will have a stomachache in no time!" said Seven Killings in amazement. Apparently the memory is still fresh.

Emperor Qing glanced at Gu Hai, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, obviously Emperor Qing also knew what was going on. Is this ancient sea dying?

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

"Master, something is wrong!" Gou Chen said with a stiff face.

"It's over, Changsheng, you've done a good job!" Ziwei said bitterly.

Gu Hai's face twitched slightly: "I, I look down on this group of saints!"

Sure enough, as the first saint got up with his stomach covered, the second and third saints gradually covered their stomachs.

"Oops, my stomach hurts too!"

"What's going on, my stomach, my stomach hurts so much!"

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Hundreds of saints clutched their stomachs in pain one after another, and this scene almost made everyone below stupid.

The 100,000 participating cultivators all widened their eyes: "What are they doing?"

"Did the saint eat a bad stomach?"

"Why are they holding their bellies?"

"Don't want the majesty?"

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Majesty? Where is majesty at this moment, Soon, the saint who had previously scolded Immortal Life the most fiercely suddenly sat down on the sea of righteousness.

Ram Saint, Nine Princes, and Dingding all widened their eyes. Which are the cases?

"Master Liunian, you know, right? What's going on, what's wrong with the saints?" asked the Ram Saint anxiously.

"They, they may ......!" the Flowing Year Master seemed to be unable to speak.

"Say!" Ding Ding frowned.

"Maybe I'm happy!" said the Flowing Year Master in a low voice.

"Uh!" The three hosts were slightly stunned, as if they didn't react for a while, and it took a while to understand.

"Ridiculous, how could it be!" the Ram Saint glared at him.

"Master Liunian, don't talk nonsense!" Ding Ding frowned.

The Flowing Year Master smiled slightly bitterly, 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, and they were clutching their stomachs one by one, crying out in pain.

The other saints around were also alarmed.

"What's going on? Daozi Painting Sage, what's wrong with you?"

"Chen Huasheng, are you okay?"

"Huyan Painting Saint, what's the matter with you?"

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The group of saints surrounded them, and the incomparably majestic judgment of the Halloweens just now suddenly became a mess.

"Ah, it hurts, my belly, why is it getting bigger?"

"God has shaped our bodies, it is impossible to change, how can it change?"

"Our body has the law of heaven, how can it be, ah, it hurts, there seems to be something in the stomach!"

"Mine too!"

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A hundred saints cried out in pain.

Below, 500 million people suddenly made a commotion.

"It's not going to look at the paintings of the ancient sea, is it?"

"Only these hundred saints, those hundred saints just painted the satire of immortality, are they?"

"Is it a problem with the painting?"

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Many people were curious.

Sky, Hundred Saints agonized for a moment.

"I'll check, don't move!" called a saint.

The other saints stepped out of the way, only to see the saint reaching out and pressing his hand on the stomach of a saint.

"Buzz!"

The 100,000 contestants below, 500 million people, the three holy lands, and the people of the three heavenly empires all fell silent, staring at the saint who was inspecting together.

"What is the matter with them, Saint of the Doctor's Lyre?" the other Saint wondered.

The sage was silent for a while, and then muttered to himself: "How is it possible, how is it possible?"

"What the hell is going on?" the saints were anxious.

The medical sage examined one after another the fallen saints, and after a long while, the whole person seemed to be stupid.

"What happened to them, Saint Yiqin?" said in a deep voice.

"yes, what's wrong with us? Oh, it hurts, you can say it!"

"I haven't felt such pain in 8,000 years, what's wrong, say?"

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Everyone's eyes were on the Qin Doctor Sage.

"You, you ......!" the sage of the qin doctor was a little stupid.

"Say, what's wrong?"

The saints were in an anxious noise.

"You're pregnant!" said the Doctor Sage in a low voice.

But in this very low voice, like a thunderbolt, all the saints who exploded instantly fell silent, and at the same time, they felt that their worldview was completely shattered.

What? Pregnant?

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

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

"How can this king be pregnant, Yiqin Sage, you are talking nonsense, ah, it kicked me in the stomach!"

"How can we get pregnant now that we are in the body of the rules?"

"The old man tore your mouth!"

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The hundred saints suddenly roared angrily.

In addition, more than 9,000 saints all have a feeling of egg pain.

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

The saints scolded, how could there be a little bit of literary majesty, and at this moment all the saints were discussing the pregnancy.

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

"The saint is pregnant?"

"That man calls himself an old man, he must be an old man, right? An old man can also get pregnant?"

"This is a saint?"

"Saints are also human beings, why can't they get pregnant?"

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Rumble!

The Heavenly Yin City below exploded in an instant.

The faces of the 100,000 contestants were blackened. Is this a saint's scandal?

Taichu: "..................!"

Taishang: "..................!"

Future: "..................!"

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

Emperor Qing and Emperor Kong's faces twitched and looked at Gu Hai. You've done a great job.

"Shengshang?" said Sima Zongheng next to Daqian Shengshang's face was ugly.

"Father, what now?" Long Shenwu also showed a tangled feeling on his face.

The Halloween Conference, once in a thousand years, what a sacred and solemn event, why has it become so strange this time? This time, Gu Hai has made the saints' bellies bigger? Are you too fierce?

That's the judge, that's the saint of the world, which time in the past was not a myth that moved the world. It's good that you Guhai let you paint for them to appreciate, not to make them pregnant.

The gaze of the big cadre official looking at Gu Hai at this moment was also strange.

Only the Great Qiansheng himself did not move, looking at the scene in front of him, as if he didn't care, but no one noticed that on the armrest of the dragon chair on the Great Qiansheng, a fingerprint had been pinched out on the Daqiansheng.

"How could they be pregnant?" said the heavenly saint anxiously.

"They looked at the picture, ah, don't look, don't look!" exclaimed the sage of the medica.

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All the saints were suddenly shocked, and no longer dared to look at the painting of the evil sect, but looked at the ancient sea and immortality one by one as if they were killing people.

"It's him!" the Yiqin Sage pointed to Gu Hai.

"Boom!"

In an instant, countless eyes instantly looked at Gu Hai and Changsheng, and the two of them instantly became the focus.

Gu Hai smiled slightly bitterly, I didn't expect it, could it be that the painting of immortality only has the attribute of 'who sees who is pregnant', and there is no achievement in painting?

"Oh, Yiqin Sage, what should I do? What should I do with this stomach? It hurts!"

"Kick me again, quick, Doctor Piano Sage!"

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Hundreds of pregnant saints cry for help in agony.

"Our body is not the same as before, I don't know what to do, just ask him!" said the Yiqin Sage, shaking his head.

The group of saints looked at Gu Hai and Changsheng together.

Gu Hai's face was strange for a while, could it be that he taught them to have a caesarean section in front of the three holy places and the three heavenly dynasties, this, this painting style is wrong. Besides, their bodies are different again.

"Don't you want to enter the Wendao Temple, don't you want to enter the Wendao Temple?"

The sage asked, and the entire Tianyin City was quiet, and a great majesty radiated down, and hundreds of people and cultivators all looked at the ancient sea with concern.

"Recovery, what do you want to recover, isn't this good?" said Changsheng glaring.

"What did you say?" said the Yiqin Sage's glare.

Changsheng still has to theorize, but Gu Hai pulled him back, and looked at the saint in pain in the sky, and he also felt guilty and said: "I have caused inconvenience to the saints with this heavenly brush, please forgive me." He only knows how to draw, not how to receive, and we can't do anything about it, sorry!"

Kill or bury?

You can't do it? You can't help it, just get us pregnant?

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

"I hate you!"

"I'll never recommend you, ouch!"

"Painful, I hate you very much, I want to enter the Wendao Temple, don't think about it, don't think about it for the rest of my life. Ahh

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The saints roared with hatred in pain.