Searching for Immortals

The Five Elements Wasted Spiritual Roots are the lowest level in the world of immortality. Xiao Chen originally thought that the greatest achievement in his life was to inherit the broken Taoist temple in Xiquan Mountain and support his master until he died. Until the enemy came to his door and wanted to kill his entire family and seize his spiritual veins. On the verge of death, the broken ancient mirror in his arms awakened. It's called a soul board. Observing the aura of heaven and earth is like observing patterns on the palm of your hand, and determining the direction of all things is like searching a bag to retrieve objects. There are no secrets in his eyes about the life and death points of the formations in the world. Song Linghan, the first genius of Lingjian Pavilion, had mutated ice spiritual roots. He killed his peers at the age of sixteen and was as cold and arrogant as frost. Everyone was curious as to why she chose to go with a useless formation cultivator. Only she knew that in that ruined temple that was constantly struck by lightning, this seemingly slippery little Taoist priest gave his life for her. From that moment on, they were no longer alone. She holds the edge of the sword, and I hold the formation diagram. The Soul Seal Tao has laid out a century-old conspiracy, and the secrets of the ancient heaven gradually surfaced. My name is Xiao Chen. I have a plate that can determine the universe; I have a hammer that can destroy all evil. [Mortal flow] [No system] [Strategy battle of wits] [Decisive killing] [Grand world view]