The water waves splash into the air and never fall again.

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

Qingluo was stunned.

So amazing.

What kind of skill is this and how can it be so awesome?

Tang Xiaobao was very proud.

This is the art of the Word of God.

It is a true immortal level skill.

In the eyes of immortals, nature is nothing.

But there are no immortals in this continent.

This technique cannot be used by others.

It's because he has plenty of chaotic energy in his body, and now part of it has been transformed into immortal energy, so he can barely use it.

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

Seeing the surprised expression on Qing Luo's face, Tang Xiaobao gave himself a hundred points for pretending.

So handsome!

Then, he pointed out again: "Minute!"

Immediately, the Styx River opened a broad road from it, leading straight to the distant sky.

"Let's go."

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

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

At this time, the divine word spell has expired.

The water of the Styx flooded into the temple.

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

Tang Xiaobao looked in the direction of the temple with some nostalgia.

There, his previous life has been trapped for hundreds of millions of years, and now, it will finally disappear into this space like the secret realm.
Chapter completed!