Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

Leng Zhuxin looked up again and saw the three-meter-high gate of Qingxuan Sect standing steadily. Only the door frame was left. The three words "Qingxuan Sect" were written on it in gold-inlaid fonts, and the style was very rhythmic.

Inside was a square that stretched as far as the eye could see. The square was filled with children under the age of fourteen. The few older ones were all outer disciples of the Qingxuan Sect who were responsible for receiving them.

They all stood facing a white jade staircase. The white jade staircase looked no different from an ordinary jade staircase, except that it was wider and longer. However, its height was daunting. The entire staircase seemed to be wrapped in layers of clouds and mist, leading into the clouds.

Cao Zhi led them into the square and pointed to the white jade stairs in front of the square, "That is the Stepping Heaven Ladder. Only disciples with double spiritual roots or above who have passed the Stepping Heaven Ladder can enter the inner sect for cultivation.

You are from the mortal world, and your bodies are full of impurities, so you need to be within the top 100 to have dual spiritual roots."

"What about the single spiritual root?"

Chen Ergou looked straight at Bu Tianti and asked.

Cao Zhi glanced at him, knowing that he was afraid, and said, "Anyone with a single spiritual root who can climb the Heavenly Ladder can enter the Inner Gate regardless of their rank, but not all disciples with a single spiritual root can become elder disciples.

A single spiritual root may be one in a million in the mortal world, but in the world of immortal cultivation, it can only be considered one in ten thousand.

And you two, Xuanyuan Zi and Xuanyuan Cheng, although you are the sons of the Human Emperor and can go directly to the inner sect, there is a big difference between the inner sect and the elder disciples. In the world of immortal cultivation, people with dual spiritual roots are only one in a thousand.

Only those who rank in the top 1,000 of the Heavenly Ladder Trial in the cultivation world can enter the inner gate. If you don't want people to accuse you of relying on the royal family's protection, you'd better participate in the trial diligently."

Cao Zhi also nodded to the Xuanyuan siblings who held their heads high, but he didn't say anything to Leng Zhuxin.

The mutated spiritual roots are the chosen ones of heaven, destined to become the personal disciples.

……

After taking Leng Zhuxin and the others to register and receive their ID cards from the outer sect steward, Cao Zhi handed them over to the outer sect disciple in charge of reception and then left.

Because the new disciples from the mortal world were the last to arrive, all the new disciples who were going to take part in the Heavenly Ladder Trial were standing in the square at this time.

The outer sect deacon stood at the front and glanced at the sea of ​​new disciples in the square. "Everyone, be quiet. The Heavenly Ladder Trial is about to begin. Aside from the mortal disciples, the top 500 will enter the inner sect regardless of their spiritual roots or talent. The top 1,000 with dual spiritual roots or above will enter the inner sect. The rest will serve under the outer sect elders. Those after the top 1,000, except for those with single spiritual roots or mutant spiritual roots, will enter the outer sect."

After the outer sect steward finished reading it out loud, a white light flashed across the identity card in Leng Zhuxin's hand, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the Step-to-Heaven Ladder.

She looked forward and saw that the mist on the Sky Ladder had dissipated, leaving only layers of white jade steps. The disciples beside her were already climbing up, but she was the only one who took a long time to climb a few steps without any hurry.

The first five hundred steps were not difficult, and all the new disciples insisted on climbing up, but from the five hundredth step onwards, disciples would occasionally sit on the ground to rest.

Leng Zhuxin is one of them. She is not there because she is tired, but to control her ranking.

Seeing that she was the last one to fall, she continued to climb up, stopping and starting like this until she reached the last two hundred steps. Leng Zhuxin realized something was wrong.

Many disciples were stopped on the top 100 steps. Some had painful expressions on their faces, as if they were holding something to chop, while others had happy expressions, with their hands either in an embrace or as if holding hands with others.

"This is the trial of entering the illusion!" Leng Zhuxin said inwardly, and immediately pretended to be unable to climb anymore and sat sideways on the steps, looking at the disciples in front who were undergoing the trial of the illusion.

"1, 2, 3..."

Leng Zhu counted the disciples who broke free from the illusion in his heart, and only stood up and crawled up after counting to the 500th one.

He climbed another hundred steps easily. When Leng Zhuxin stepped on the hundredth step, the ladder disappeared, replaced by the flashing neon lights of the city.

This was the world she truly lived in.

The tightly held cell phone rang three times, and Leng Zhuxin quickly pressed the answer button just like in her previous life.

"The Ghost King's traces have been discovered in the Dongcang area, requesting support!"

It was the voice of her subordinate Qian Xuan. It turned out that he had sent her back to the day of her death. Leng Zhuxin thought very clearly and quickly made the same decision as in her previous life.

"Understood. Lead the Ghost King to Dongcang Mountain first. I will be there soon."

Leng Zhuxin calmly hung up the phone, took the car keys on the table and walked out, still alone.

The power of the Ghost King cannot be underestimated. More people will only increase casualties. Apart from her master, she is the only one in the entire special bureau who has the strength to fight against him.

……

On Dongcang Mountain, Qian Xuan and another colleague had already lured the Ghost King up.

Leng Zhuxin took the ghost-killing gun and shot the ghost king in the heart. The ghost-killing gun could only kill small ghosts and had little effect on the ghost king. It could only slightly restrict its movements.

But this was enough for Leng Zhuxin. She did not ask Qian Xuan and the others to cooperate with her like she did in her previous life. Instead, she shouted at them, "Don't hold us back! Get back down the mountain!"

The two knew that Leng Zhuxin was very powerful, and were also afraid that if they were caught by the Ghost King, it would add to his strength, so they turned around and ran down the mountain.

While fighting with the tall and ugly Ghost King, Leng Zhuxin observed the positions of the two people. After confirming that they had run to a safe place, he immediately activated the formation he had set up long ago.

Facing this thousand-year-old ghost king again, she still has only one option, which is to die together with him, but this can minimize the damage he causes to all things.

In the previous life, after being led to Dongcang Mountain, the Ghost King did not show his true strength. Instead, he controlled his strength to fight with Leng Zhuxin and the other two. After the bureau sent people to support him, he suddenly exerted his strength and killed most of the members of the Special Bureau. Even Leng Zhuxin's master was seriously injured.

Leng Zhuxin had no choice but to blow herself up and die together with them, affecting the entire Dongcang District.

This time, she had already set up a barrier with herself as the center of the formation, so the force of her self-detonation would only affect this piece of wasteland on Dongcang Mountain.

Leng Zhuxin smiled and glanced at the bright lights at the foot of Dongcang Mountain, with a longing for this world in his eyes. He jumped up with the sword and pierced the Ghost King's heart. He then twisted the Ghost King's scarred neck and detonated his Dantian again.

Layers of white light erupted from Dongcang Mountain, and the scene changed again.

It was on Changheng Mountain, in the palace where she could only allow herself to be slaughtered by the Immortal Lord Changheng.

Leng Zhuxin, who was already familiar with the plot this time, blew herself up without any hesitation. She didn't let Leng Yueyao and Chang Heng Xianzun's words pollute her ears, nor did she let Chang Heng Xianzun strangle her neck.

In this life, Leng Zhuxin has come. The Heavenly Dao that cannot distinguish right from wrong and is ashamed of all living things should be destroyed!