"You really don't know whether you're dead or alive. Even at this point, you still want to make some pointless struggle?"
Lin Xuan's cold snort reached their ears. He raised his right hand, and another spell seal shot toward the Hundred Spirit Bell.
Bong. The ancient bell's tone spread far into the distance, and even more sound waves burst from within.
They transformed into countless threads, weaving together and wrapping the great net layer after layer. At the same time, the purple net was shrinking, and very soon it had become a sphere about ten feet across.
A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face, but then he lowered his head and fell into thought.
This Purple Patterned Corpse Insect was no small matter, but raising it came with one difficulty.
It was said that it could only survive by using one's own fleshly body as its nest and feeding it with essence blood. Naturally, Lin Xuan would never do something so dangerous.
If it could not be used by him, then by rights, he should cut this insect down with one slash of his sword. Yet deep in Lin Xuan's heart, he had other plans.
Aside from the Spirit-Devouring Sword and Hundred Spirit Bell, he still had one more Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure in his hands.
This treasure had no other divine abilities; it was specifically meant for raising rare and precious strange insects.
Although the Purple Patterned Corpse Insect had a peculiar nature, could it be kept alive with this treasure?
Lin Xuan did not have much confidence.
But there was no harm in trying.
As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan swept his sleeve. Spiritual light flickered, and a tattered, battered pagoda flew out.
It was seven stories tall and utterly unremarkable. If one only looked