But Tang Xiaobao pointed and shouted, "Stop!"

A magical scene appeared.

The water of the River Styx actually stopped.

That is true stillness.

The waves splashed into the air and never fell down again.

It seemed as if time and space had stopped at this moment.

Qingluo was stunned.

So magical.

What kind of martial arts is this? How can it be so powerful?

Tang Xiaobao was very proud.

This is the art of divine words.

It is a true immortal-level skill.

In the eyes of immortals, nature is nothing.

But there are no immortals on this continent.

No one else can use this skill.

He was able to use it because he had abundant chaotic energy in his body, part of which had now been transformed into immortal energy.

It's not very powerful, but it's perfect for showing off.

Seeing Qingluo's surprised expression, Tang Xiaobao gave himself a perfect score for pretending to be awesome.

So handsome!

Then, he pointed again: "Divide!"

Suddenly, a broad road split from the Styx, leading straight to the distant sky.

"Let's go."

Tang Xiaobao laughed heartily, took Qingluo's little hand, took a step forward, and was a hundred feet away. He took another step and was already high in the sky.

The entire secret realm has been submerged by the River Styx, and is covered in white.

At this point, the divine word spell had lost its effect.

The water of the River Styx flooded into the temple.

In the blink of an eye, the temple began to collapse, and in a few breaths, it was lost in the River Styx.

Tang Xiaobao looked towards the temple with some nostalgia.

His previous life had been trapped there for billions of years, and now, like the secret realm, it was finally about to disappear in this space.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion.