Until this time, Sun Shan completely understood.

It's not that my cousin betrayed herself, but that she was controlled.

"It's all you!"

Sun Shan looked at Han Lu with hatred.

Han Lu sneered: "Murderers, people will always kill them!" Since you are going to attack me, you should be aware of death! ”

After finishing speaking, Han Lu slapped the storage bag, and the Xuantie Flying Sword flew out.

Sun Shan was seriously injured and had no intention of fighting.

He blocked Han Lu's flying sword with a flying hook, turned around and was about to flee, but before he could escape far, he crashed headlong into an invisible wall of qi.

"It's not good, there is a formation!"

Sun Shan was horrified.

The surname Han is so spicy that he actually laid out the formation in advance.

At this moment, Han Lu's flying sword had already caught up, and the flying sword wrapped around Sun Shan's neck, and a big head rolled down to the dust.

It turns out that Han Lu didn't really before.

Instead, he laid out an eight-gate golden lock array in the dense forest.

In fact, even if there was no such formation, Sun Shan and the others were not his opponents, but in order to prevent an accident from being escaped by the two, Han Lu still laid down the formation in advance.

It turned out that Han Lu's arrangement was not superfluous.

Sun Shan and the two of them were all ambushed.

In the world of cultivating immortals, after killing someone, of course, you have to touch the corpse.

Han Lu found a storage bag from the bodies of Sun Shan and Wu Qian, both of which were of the lowest level.

It's just that the contents of the storage bag made Han Lu very disappointed.

Although these two people designed to kill a lot of loose cultivators, they were all poor ghosts, and they didn't have much benefit.

Han Lu's total harvest is as follows:

There are more than 50 lower grade spirit stones;

a first-order low-grade flying hook magic weapon;

a first-order lower-grade dagger magic weapon;

An unknown clay pot.

A book of cultivation exercises.

Some other miscellaneous items.

The quality of the flying hook and dagger magic weapon is far inferior to the Xuantie Flying Sword that Han Lu exchanged from the system.

The cultivation exercises are also extremely rubbish.

These Han Lu didn't look down on them at all, he took the things and planned to sell them in the future, or give them away.

It was the clay pot artifact, and after Han Lu studied it, he found that it was an evil sect artifact that stored souls.

As long as the clay pot is driven by mana, it will emit a black light that will extract the soul of the recently deceased person and seal it in the clay pot.

Han Lu remembered that Sun Shan had said before that he could sell people's souls and corpses to demon cultivators.

It seems that this clay pot is the magic weapon he used to contain his soul.

Han Lu took the dementor clay pot, sneered, and walked towards Sun Shan's corpse.

I'll do to you what you want to do to me.

After a while, Sun Shan's soul was sucked into the soul clay pot.

Han Lu took the clay pot and walked towards Wu Qian's corpse again.

……

Half a month later, Han Lu came to the outside of the mountain gate of Lingxiu Sect.

At the reception, he asked the acquaintance here: "This senior brother, I heard that your sect is recruiting disciples from outside the sect and is interested in joining in the next place, how can I apply?" ”

The man glanced at him and said, "You want to join the sect?" ”

"Yes, senior brother."

"What spiritual root?"

"Inferior Fire Spirit Root."

"Where did it come from?"

"Yue Guo Fengling City is scattered."

"You are a low-grade spiritual root, and you are a foreign cultivator, if you want to join our Lingxiu Sect, in principle, you can't do it......"

Han Lu understands in seconds.

When you ask for help, people say "not in principle", which actually means to do.

Of course, if you show it.

Han Lu didn't want to challenge this unspoken rule, so he took out a bottle of Qi Nourishing Pill and put it on the table: "Please take care of it, senior brother." ”

The man quickly put the pill away.

Then he smiled and said, "Good to say, good to say." This fellow Daoist, if you want to join the sect, you have to go to the Internal Affairs Hall to apply. There are three deacons in the internal affairs hall who take turns to sit on duty, among them, Deacon He and Deacon Wen are not very easy to talk to, and foreign cultivators like you are low-grade spiritual roots, and they will not accept them. However, the other deacon Wang is more kind, and if you want to apply for admission while Deacon Wang is on duty, then there is a good hope of passing. Of course, the intention that should be there still has to be expressed. ”

Han Lu hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance." When will Deacon Wang be on duty? ”

"Three days later."

"Thank you, brother."

Indeed, if no one points out these internal information, it is difficult for outsiders to find out.

Han Lu had heard someone say before that it was not easy for a loose cultivator to join the Lingxiu Sect.

Now, it only took a few spirit stones to get this kind of inside information, which saved him a lot of detours.

This point of spirit stone, the value of the flower!

Han Lu found a place outside the mountain, and after staying for three days, he came to Lingxiu Sect again.

Sure enough, as the senior brother said, it was Deacon Wang at that time.

Han Lu originally thought that Deacon Wang was a man, but after seeing it, he realized that it was a middle-aged beautiful woman with still charm.

With his eyes, he could see at a glance that this beautiful woman was very capable of giving birth, but unfortunately, this woman already had the breath left by other men.

When Han Lu gave him a gift worth more than a hundred spirit stones, Deacon Wang really became very talkative and directly passed his application for entry.

In this way, Han Lu became an outer disciple of the Lingxiu Sect.