The small fishing village is basically isolated from the world, and it is precisely because of this that it retains a rare simplicity.

This is something that cannot be experienced in the outside world at all, and an unprecedented tranquility flows in the hearts of Sang Moyu and Youyu Lingshuang.

Some people say that the closer they are to the darkness or the more they have fallen into it, the more they yearn for light and heat, and the peace and happiness that ordinary people can reach.

Yu Yu Lingshuang was alone, standing barefoot on the seashore, with soft and hot yellow sand under her feet, shining with golden light under the sun.

The sea water is like a naughty child, fluttering ashore from time to time, kissing her small and lovely jade feet.

It is extremely rare, Youyu Lingshuang has really lost her edge, just like an ordinary girl.

There is a little soft color between the eyebrows, and a pair of beautiful eyes are rippling.

At that time, she looked straight at the boundless blue sea, and the corners of her lips raised a smile that turned everyone upside down.

I can't remember how long, I haven't been so calm, she should have been calm and happy, but the little man who used to smile like a flower in her memory has died a long time ago, in that season when the purple cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Thinking of the purple cherry blossoms again, Yu Yu Lingshuang's smile gradually became cold, and his gaze became cold, and the boundless darkness swept in, and the cold and gloomy aura seemed to make the airflow of the entire space stagnant.

Sang Moyu, who had all this in his eyes, looked a little gloomy.

He knew that this person who was put on the tip of his heart, she froze her heart and refused to be approached by everyone.

She is a person who is ruthless to her enemies and ruthless to herself, and if she does not want to leave a way out, she will cut off all possibilities.

In this world, there are very few mysticists, and there are even fewer mystics who have really learned something, but it is unfortunate but it seems to be a coincidence.

Does anyone know what kind of pain it is for a soul to be forcibly torn apart?

Soul splitting technique has been mostly used for the cultivation of dead soldiers since ancient times, this method is very vicious, and the practitioner is forcibly stripped of a soul, like a puppet.

And there is a secret technique, which is similar to the soul splitting technique, but the effect is very different.

It was created by an unknown mysticist who is said to have been lost since the death of the occultist.

It has been recorded in ancient books that during the Yuehua period, there was a master in the rivers and lakes in order to pursue a higher realm of martial arts, and by chance, he got the secret book and wanted to practice the way of forgetting his feelings, but he was never able to do it.

Later, he became acquainted with a powerful mystic, who performed a trick on him, and from then on, he was ruthless and loveless, and devoted himself to cultivation, and finally got his wish.

And that mystic, whose whereabouts are not yin, it is rumored that he was killed by his enemies because he offended a strong enemy.

There was no heir, and there was no codex left for future generations to study, so the art of detachment was lost.

All mystics who have a certain amount of skill will have a very special sense between them, the strong can suppress the weak, the strong can sense the weak, but the weak may not be able to sense the strong.

In fact, a mystic artist like Yu Yu Ling Shuang, who can completely hide his aura, will not be discovered by others if he uses a secret technique on himself.

Even people of the same level will not notice anything unusual.

Because the secret art is really broad and profound, and the variety is unimaginable, so the secret art that different secret artists are exposed to is also limited to a certain extent.

As far as the Soul Separation Technique is concerned, Sang Moyu obviously doesn't know how to do it, but with Sang Moyu's strong perception, he knows that the spell that Yu Yu Lingshuang has cast on him is not complete.

On the beach, there were two people standing not far apart, she was looking at the sea, he was looking at her.

Both of them are full of thoughts, each immersed in their own world, but their bodies and minds cannot be completely immersed, and they invariably separate a wisp of their minds and pay attention to each other.

Sang Moyu is not a person who is immersed in the dark.

In this life, he is obsessed with his heart, he is willing to become a demon, go up and down the Yellow Spring, live and never let go.

If one day, he is going to die, then he will definitely kill her at all costs, and when he arrives in the underworld, he will have to entangle with her.

Shake off? Oh, it can't be! Anything like this will never happen.