Inside the temple, the three men sat cross-legged on the ground, grayish-purple ghost aura swirling endlessly around them. Old Gong's head had grown enormous and grotesquely distorted, suspended in the gray aura behind them.
Suddenly, the ghost aura shook violently and passed through all three men.
Old Gong's enlarged, twisted head passed through them at the same time, drawing wisps of ghost aura out of their bodies.
"Ow... my forehead..."
Old Gong kept grimacing. There was no wound on his head, but he would not stop crying out.
Seven Dust Taoist, Luo Xianshen, and Luo Bin opened their eyes almost simultaneously.
Old Gong's power was truly extraordinary. By surrounding them with the Fierce Prison, he had actually allowed all three to share his perceptions at once!
Luo Bin said nothing. He raised his hand. The Heaven-Mountain Escape hexagram he had formed with his other hand had been broken at some point.
He stared at his five fingers for a long time before lowering his hand.
Chen Hongming had borrowed the power of a rogue immortal for his final escape.
Now a rogue immortal was hunting him-one that had devoured Bai Xiaoshan and carried Bai Xiaoshan's will!
Could he keep escaping?
Luo Bin did not know.
All Luo Bin knew was that Bai Xiaoshan's Middle Corpse White had dissipated, and he had been affected by the Three-Altars Great Precepts. If he could not separate himself from the rogue immortal, if it digested him completely, he would become wholly immersed in the Three-Altars Great Precepts. His existence would become like the Three-Altars Abbey Master's, perhaps even more "extreme"!
"Well, that's an eye-opener... I, the ghost director, was so wicked I started turning righteous, but this fellow's so righteous he's started turning wicked... he even affected the rogue immortal?"
Old Gong's head swayed,