With a long roar, the power around Han Zhenjian dissipated. He was overjoyed and wanted to thank the little hand on his chest, but he found that the hand had already been retracted.

With this power, Han Zhenjian suddenly felt confident, and looked at the Dutian God Array again, his eyes revealing a fierceness! The power of the Toad Clothes and the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin in the Covering Sky combined directly raised Han Zhenjian's strength to a higher level. Han Zhenjian roared and rushed into the array again.

The formation was like a whirlwind. As soon as he entered, Han Zhenjian felt that the power around his body was restraining him tightly, as if trying to crush him. Han Zhenjian smiled slightly, and with his strength transformed, he swung out with one hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"You just broke the formation, and you think you can control me?"

With a loud roar, the sword in his hand suddenly grew larger, and in an instant, countless shadows appeared, as if thousands of swords were returning to their origin.

His name was Han Zhenjian, and his sword spirit was naturally extremely powerful. There was a slight hint of blood red in his eyes, and he mobilized the power he had just refined. His body seemed to have turned blood red, as if a god had descended to the earth.

Several people from the Aolai Kingdom were originally rushing left and right. The national teacher was surrounded by three figures of the ancient witches. At this moment, he was in a very miserable state and could not help but roar.

"God wants to kill me!"

The figure of the Ancestral Witch was less than three feet away from his body. He knew that he could not block this attack no matter what. A sense of desolation suddenly spread in his heart, and a trace of regret appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, a milky white light turned into a long arc and slashed towards him at an incredible angle, then sank into the body of the ancestor witch in front of him.

There seemed to be no reaction, but the body of the ancestor witch paused, and his eyes stared straight at the national teacher in front of him.

The state teacher breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was considered a strong man, so his reaction speed was naturally very fast. He broke free and was about to fight back when something surprising happened to him.

A white light emanated from the body of the ancient witch. The white light flickered, emitting a desolate and wanton power.

"This is……"

Suddenly, he heard a loud bang in his ears, and saw the body of the Ancestral Witch exploded, scattering into a bloody rain and falling to the ground.

The state teacher was a little dazed, and suddenly looked towards the place where the white light came from. However, Han Zhenjian at this moment was not surprised at what he had done. He was facing four powerful ancestor witches in succession, but there was no panic on his face. His heart was beating strongly, and drops of blood full of spirituality flowed through his limbs. Han Zhenjian's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he put away the sword, and then stood the long sword in front of him.

"This sword is called the Sun!"

The long sword suddenly flashed with golden light, as if burning the sword body like an eternal flame. Han Zhenjian held the sword in his palm and then slashed it out.

Endless power was centered on him, and everything within a thirty-foot radius, including those ancient witches, evaporated instantly.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and Han Zhenjian's chest was beating after he used this ultimate move. This move was extremely powerful, and naturally it consumed a lot of his energy.

"Old Four, Old Five, Old Six, you actually... you little bastards, we will never forgive you!"

Han Zhenjian faced it with a smile, but his body was like a butterfly flying through flowers, floating freely in the Dutian Shensha formation. The formation that almost killed him just now seemed like child's play at this moment.

Han Zhenjian walked among them with a gentle expression. Now he had killed four of the twelve ancient witches with one hand. The people of Xiu country in the back were all horrified, and the leader's face was pale.

"Aolai country actually has such a powerful person, is it God's will to destroy our Xiu country?"

Han Zhenjian naturally couldn't hear the comments from the people behind him. He was now extremely powerful and could kill one person with one step. The ancient witches seemed so weak in front of him.

Finally, the shouting and screaming became quieter and quieter, and the clouds that covered the sky and the sun finally dissipated bit by bit. The top-grade spiritual sword in Han Zhenjian's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

When you look closely, you can see broken gaps on the sword. After all, the ancestor witch is very powerful, and he is a dead body from a long time ago. His body bones have become spiritualized bit by bit over time, and the hardness can even be compared to spiritual treasures.

The formation was in ruins, and the twelve ancestor witches fell to the ground one after another. Han Zhenjian, covered in blood, cut their necks with powerful force.

When the Aolai State Master saw this scene, his palms were sweaty and he exhaled a long breath and said, "Lord Han is truly a god. With him here, there is no need to worry about not winning this battle!"

Han Zhenjian dropped the sword in his hand, stepped into the air, and waved his hand casually, and endless power spread over. It turned into a red-gold long sword. His face was calm, and suddenly his wrist shook, and then the red-gold long sword fell out.

The long sword carried unparalleled power and was like a rotten wood in the air. With just one sword, it killed tens of thousands of masters.

Suddenly, the whole country of Xiu was filled with cries of grief. Taking this opportunity, the state prefect of Aolai waved his hand and the million-strong army continued to advance.

After this level was successfully broken, the next step was to attack Yecheng with unstoppable force!

The Dragon Elephant Army marched straight in. The king of Xiu State sat in the court, looking at the silent people below. After a long time, he finally spoke.

"I didn't expect that even the Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't stop the momentum of the Aolai Nation... Could it be that our Daxiu Nation is going to perish just like this?"

"Trillions of people, this vast land, will it eventually turn into dust?"

After saying these two heavy sentences, the king sighed and put a hand on his forehead. He was exhausted.

On the side, the leader of Xiuyi Sect was silent. He had just vowed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be able to stop the army of Aolai Kingdom, but he did not expect that a guy with terrifying strength like Han Zhenjian would appear halfway.

For a moment, he frowned and thought carefully about how to crack it.

At this moment, there was a loud bang outside the door. When the leader of the Xiuyi Sect looked over, his face was suddenly horrified.

Yecheng was broken! And after Yecheng was Kyoto. This time, even if the king of heaven came, he would not be able to stop the fierce attack of Aolai!

Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his head to look at the king. The king had a sad face, and when he heard the clan leader's words, he was slightly stunned and looked at him.

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the Xiuyi Sect leader, and he gently placed a hand on the monarch.

"Actually, I have another idea... I just don't know... whether you agree or not!"