Outside Buqing Mountain, the breeze was gently blowing, revealing large patches of Spirit Eggs.
Ye Jingcheng reached out his hand, pinching an insect egg, observing the deep green dot inside as it seemed to flicker.
For a moment, his brow furrowed deeply.
The Spiritual Energy in this insect egg was minimal, but its vitality was immense, very vigorous.
And it was slowly absorbing Spiritual Energy.
From what he knew about Spirit Insects, these Spirit Eggs seemed to have been soaked in special Spirit Liquid, hatching within days.
"Is this a Spirit-Slaying Locust?" Ye Jingcheng suddenly recalled a name, giving him a fright.
To verify, Ye Jingcheng directly crushed one of the insect eggs about to hatch.
Seeing the shadow of some Spirit Locusts inside, he was completely certain.
Then, seemingly thinking of something, he took the Spirit Beast Bags hanging from the waists of the four people.
Inside these Spirit Beast Bags, each contained over a hundred Spirit-Slaying Locusts.
