The immortal body is indeed not unsolvable. Under the continuous attacks of the old man in green robe, his life is gradually fading away, and within half an hour he can no longer recover from his injuries.

"The right way. What a right way."

Jiang Zhige held the halberd with difficulty, and his voice revealed a bit of sadness and sarcasm.

If possible, he doesn't want to become a demon cultivator. Even if he becomes a demon cultivator, he wants to break the common sense of the world and be a good person with a clear conscience.

Unfortunately, the world does not allow it, and neither do these self-righteous righteous monks.

"Tiansha, I'll leave it to you."

Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly and handed over control of his body to Tiansha.

During the month he had been on the run, he had been avoiding fighting, but it was not because he was afraid of the other side. He simply did not want to kill innocent people.

After all, many people do come here with the mentality of doing justice for the heavens and not stopping until their death, and they shouldn't waste their lives in vain.

If Tiansha were to take control of the body, although he had the ability to escape with Mo Ziyan, given his character, he would definitely kill all the cultivators who came to surround him first.

Jiang Zhige was unwilling to massacre innocent lives, but at this moment, just like when he chose to rely on the power of Tiansha, he had no other choice.

If he continues to be beaten in silence, not only will he die, but Mo Ziyan will also die.

"Boy, you should have done this a long time ago."

"It's not wrong to cultivate magic for the one you love, and it's not wrong to kill everyone else for it. What does the world's life have to do with you?"

"If you keep hesitating and trying to have the best of both worlds, why do you want to embark on the path of evil?"

Tiansha continued to laugh grimly. He slowly straightened his back and adjusted to his long-lost human body.

The old man in green robe who was still attacking felt his heart skip a beat. He clearly noticed that Jiang Zhige's momentum had undergone a qualitative change.

It's obviously the same person, but the feeling he gives is completely different.

One was a demon cultivator who still had some rationality and was tainted with magic skills, while the other was a terrifying existence filled with violence and chaos. Just sensing a little bit of his aura made him, an immortal who had lived for tens of thousands of years, terrified.

"My fellow Taoists! This boy is completely lost. Please be prepared for a desperate fight!"

The old man in green robe suppressed his inner fear, retreated outside the formation, and summoned thousands of wooden swords engraved with symbols to protect his body.

"For the sake of the people of the world, it is my duty!"

"For the sake of the people of the world, it is my duty!"

The people who had previously been worried about the expenses of setting up the formation now looked solemn, and no one felt timid.

They knew very well that once a demon cultivator was completely corrupted, wherever he went would become a purgatory on earth.

If this demon cultivator at the peak of the Transcendent Realm were allowed to escape, half of the heavenly realm would become a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and not only would hundreds of millions of innocent mortals and cultivators die, but their relatives and friends would also be massacred.

Killing people for their flesh and eating them, massacring cities and destroying nations for fun, has never been just a joke to scare children.

After Tiansha adapted to Jiang Zhige's body, the first thing he did was not to kill people, but to use demonic energy more intense than Jiang Zhige's to set up a defensive formation for Mo Ziyan.

His formation skills were dozens of times more sophisticated than Jiang Zhige's, and they also consumed a lot of original magic power, enough to protect Mo Ziyan from dying in the aftermath of the battle.

Tiansha did this not because he cared about Mo Ziyan, but because he was afraid that after Mo Ziyan's death, Jiang Zhige would directly seek death and give up practicing magic.

The battle was about to break out. Tiansha held the Tianjiufangxuji in his hand and looked up at a dozen strong men standing at the top of the world. He was still able to overwhelm the opponents with his momentum.

"You are a bunch of disgusting bugs. I have wanted to kill you for a long time!"

After Tiansha confirmed again and again that there was no problem with the formation, he immediately rushed towards the blue-clothed monk.

It seemed as if he had put himself in Jiang Zhige's shoes. After being trapped in the formation, what annoyed him the most was not the righteousness of the powerful men, but the term "human puppet" mentioned by the blue-robed monk.

Seeing that the formation could not stop Tiansha, the group of strong men did not sit there and wait for death. They took out their weapons and confronted Tiansha head-on.

In an instant, the earth shook and evil clouds filled the sky.

Even the spatial order as strong as the heaven was shattered in the battle.

In the past, mortals regarded him as a god, a powerful saint who could call the wind and rain, move mountains and fill the sea, but he could not even take the blow from Tiansha.

Even a powerful person in the Xuan realm who is known as the most respected among immortals and the lord of an immortal world can only barely fend off the attacks, and they must join forces to have a chance of hurting Tiansha.

The terrifying might of the battle scared away countless powerful saints who wanted to come to support.

After three days and three nights, the area within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was razed to the ground, and all that could be seen was ruins. Countless creatures living nearby died in the aftermath.

Tiansha stood in the center of the ruins, his body covered in blood and surrounded by demonic energy. He crushed the head of a powerful saint with his palm.

The sky was filled with blood clouds and golden raindrops began to fall.

Many monks outside the battlefield looked up, some with fear on their faces, and some with sadness on their faces.

Holy blood lingers in the sky and golden rain falls to the earth. This is the way of heaven showing mercy to the passing of many powerful people in the world.

Tiansha shook off the blood stains on his hands, turned to look at the only remaining old man in green robe, his eyes filled with murderous intent to devour anyone.

The old man in green robe held a broken wooden sword in his hand, his legs weak with fear.

He looked around at the corpses nearby, no longer having the justice he had before for the people of the world. He threw away his wooden sword and fled into the distance.

Tiansha did not chase after him, but just stared coldly at the back of the green-robed old man as he fled in panic.

When the old man in green robe left completely, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body lost support and fell back to the ground.

"Boy, your body is too weak after all. Even I have reached my limit."

Tiansha originally wanted to heal some of his injuries and then return the body to Jiang Zhige, but unfortunately he had no strength left after he landed, and his body was forced to be controlled by Jiang Zhige.

This was even more so when Jiang Zhige was in control of the body. The pain was so clear that it felt as if his body had already been torn into pieces.

Two people in the Questioning Profound Realm and more than a dozen people in the Saint Realm, after all, they were powerful people standing at the top of the heavenly realm. Even if Tiansha took control of their bodies and fought with all his strength, they were still dying.

Jiang Zhige had no time to check his own injuries as he struggled to crawl towards Mo Ziyan who was trapped in the formation.

Inside the formation, Mo Ziyan's eyes were still lifeless. She fell to the ground in a daze, but was not injured.

Jiang Zhige crawled to her side with difficulty and reached out to hug her, but he was worried that his blood would stain her dress.

"Boy, you should have learned your lesson this time. Think about what you should do next."

Tiansha reminded him again, but he fell silent after he finished speaking, as if the battle had also caused him some trauma.

Jiang Zhige fell silent upon hearing this, staring straight at Mo Ziyan.

During this period, the immortal body had been healing his injuries, but other powerful men were also rushing here.

Not long after, Jiang Zhige, whose injuries had healed a lot, stood up with difficulty. He waved his hand to change his bloodstained clothes, bent down to pick up Mo Ziyan, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

A few days later, Jiang Zhige moved away from the previous battlefield, restrained his aura, and avoided being hunted down by many monks.

Tiansha, who had been secretly observing, cursed inwardly. Just when he was about to speak out to dissuade him, Jiang Zhige suddenly stopped in a forest full of birdsong and flowers.

He held Mo Ziyan in his arms, walked to an ancient tree, and sat down with his back against the trunk.