Little Croak said nothing more. Taking the little female ghost with him, he climbed a barren black mountain.
There were four more little ghosts here, all Human Immortals.
Jiang Changkong watched as Little Croak's dragon-like tongue swept up a pile of black weeds and placed them beside the five little ghosts.
The little girl was the first to pick up a weed and stuff it into her mouth.
The other four little ghosts also began wolfing them down.
"You eat these?" Jiang Changkong was somewhat stunned.
"Immortal, you should leave this place. Your aura will bring us trouble."
Little Croak glared at him, yet he feared Jiang Changkong's strength and did not dare make a move.
Jiang Changkong tossed out a spatial ring. "This is the price for this king to hide here. See if it is enough."
Little Croak was merely an early-stage Immortal King. Though Jiang Changkong had used up his immortal stones and golden cores, he still had plenty of other immortal herbs, immortal pills, and resources.
Just one spatial ring was enough to make them wildly excited.
After checking it, Little Croak indeed said nothing more and took out an immortal herb to consume.
As Ghost Immortals, these immortal herbs were also of great use to them.
Jiang Changkong sat to one side. Rather than questioning him immediately, he sorted through the information on the Immortal Spirits in his mind.
Flower-Fruit Mountain had looked through the Immortal Spirits' records and passed the information on to them.
After Sun Wuxuan received the news, he sent them a copy, then rushed headlong into the Underworld.
As a result, only now did Jiang Changkong have time to organize the information on the Immortal Spirits.
The Immortal Spirits were a special group of immortal gods that emerged only after the