In fact, there is nothing wrong with the choice of Ying Zhao, once Wu Thirteen is killed, then the demon clan will inevitably gain a decisive advantage. Although Ying Zhao does not know the identity of Wu Thirteen, the importance of Wu Thirteen is self-evident.

The Ancestors will not disregard their own safety because an unimportant character is in danger, and it is only because the role is too important that this reaction will occur.

Although Wu Thirteen is the thirteenth ancestor witch, he has the body of an ancestral witch, but he has no corresponding strength, no power to restrain the chicken, and no combat power at all.

The existence of Wu Thirteen is just to be able to form a great array of twelve heavenly gods and gods to compete with the demon clan, which is also the original intention of the ancestors to nurture Wu Thirteen, but fortunately, this original intention is still achieved.

Although Yingzhao's choice was in the interests of the demon clan, in Yuan Lei's eyes, this behavior was unwise and even stupid.

Ying Zhao held a mixed iron rod, and the mixed yuan was wrapped around the stick, exuding a sense of oppression.

"Boom!" Ying Zhao waved the mixed iron rod and smashed it down, not paying attention to Feng Bo and the rain master who were blocking in front of Wu Thirteen. Ying Zhao seems to have seen Wu Thirteen turn into meat under his stick, and saw that after the victory of the demon clan, he got the supreme glory and became the emperor of the demon clan to enjoy the worship of ten thousand demons.

At this moment, Ying Zhao's heart was full of hope, his eyes were cold and cold, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring, which was quite a bit of a god blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha.

Feng Bo and Yu Shi, who were standing in front of Wu Thirteen, suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from the sky above their heads, and the seemingly thin stick shadow tore through the space in a light way, stirring up the boundless wind and clouds, making the two of them feel their insignificance and weakness.

Although Feng Bo and Yu Shi were full of fear in their hearts, they still fought hard at this moment and protected Wu Thirteen with their own bodies.

In the distance, all the ancestral witches watched the heroic move smash at Wu Thirteen with a stick in the air, although Feng Bo and Yu Shi were desperate to stand in front of Wu Thirteen, but the power of the quasi-saint was so easy to contend with. Wu Thirteen was once again in danger, and this time it seemed that there was no more opportunity for reinforcements.

However, the ancestors did not panic, but showed a hideous expression. Di Jun, who was at war with Di Jiang, also noticed this situation and took a look at it, which made Di Jun's face instantly pale.

"Bang!" As soon as Emperor Jun wanted to remind Ying Zhao loudly, he heard a muffled sound in the air, and the shadow of the stick that smashed towards Feng Bo and Yu Shi suddenly stopped abruptly and stopped in mid-air.

Feng Bo and Yu Shi's eyes were suddenly full of doubts, and they didn't understand why Ying Zhao suddenly stiffened in midair.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" Just when Feng Bo and Yu Shi were confused, there was a hissing sound from Ying Zhao's back, and then Feng Bo and Yu Shi saw the thunder that suddenly exploded, instantly devouring Ying Zhao.

Ji Meng, who was in full swing with Yuan Lei, suddenly found that the breath of Ying Zhao had disappeared, which made Ji Meng shocked, and hurriedly looked towards Ying Zhao, and in an instant Ji Meng's face appeared with this frightened expression, and his hands that were constantly fighting with Yuan Lei also stopped. Yuan Lei didn't take the opportunity to attack Ji Meng, and also stopped.

Ji Meng turned his head stiffly, looked at Yuan Lei in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice.

"When did you summon the clone?"

"Surprised?" Yuan Lei asked rhetorically.

Ji Meng nodded heavily, and then stared at Yuan Lei tightly.

"Ying Zhao is too self-righteous, if he is willing to fight me head-on, maybe he won't have to die so badly!" Yuan Lei looked at Ying Zhao's figure devoured by the thunder light, and said disdainfully.

A man who was exactly the same as Yuan Lei was holding an ancient hammer, standing behind Ying Zhao, quietly watching the purple thunder light devour Ying Zhao. Except for the difference between this man's robe and Yuan Lei, his appearance is exactly the same, and even his temperament is the same.

This man is naturally Yuan Lei's self-corpse, destroying the Daoist. At this moment, the Destroying Daoist was holding a purple electric hammer, looking indifferently at the heroic move that was constantly being swallowed by the purple thunder light.

On that day, it was actually Yuan Lei who detonated the Yuan Shen brand that he left in the purple electric hammer, which then triggered the destruction of the Thunder Giant Eye, leading to such a terrifying scene of world destruction.

If it weren't for the invincibility of Taiyi's divine power, and the Eastern Emperor Zhong Zhen ancient and modern, the terrifying black hole of nothingness would definitely not be able to be eliminated for a while and a half, and perhaps only a saint could erase the evil created by Yuan Lei.

After the purple electric hammer was detonated by Yuan Lei, fortunately it fell not far away, and was later discovered by the Wu Clan and returned to Yuan Lei. After Yuan Lei got the purple electric hammer, he re-cultivated it, and until today, he can basically control the purple electric hammer.

Yuan Lei summoned the Daoist of Extermination before he came to the battlefield, hid in the shadows, and after Yuan Lei and Ji Meng and Ying made a few moves, they quietly lurked and hid in the void.

The reason why Yuan Lei fought one-on-one with Ji Meng and did not contain Ying Zhao was because the Daoist had already arrived at the battlefield, and he was very hidden and lurked, hiding beside Wu Thirteen. Otherwise, how could Yuan Lei take the initiative to fight one-on-one with Ji Meng, he would have already pulled Ying Zhao into the battle, so that he could not be separated.

"Ying Zhao actually wanted to take advantage of the fierce battle between me and you to kill Wu Thirteen, and then come to reap the benefits of the fisherman. This kind of vanity, Ying Zhao can't see through it, it's really damned!" Yuan Lei's tone was merciless, and every word was heartfelt.

When Ji Meng heard this, his face turned cold. Although Ying Zhao is usually not on the right path with himself, but he is also a demon clan, at this moment, Yuan Lei belittled Ying Zhao so much, which still made Ji Meng angry, and his face was gone.

"What, you can't avenge Yingzhao?" Yuan Lei looked at Ji Meng with cold eyes, aggressive.

"Ying Zhao died for the great cause of my demon clan, you belittled and insulted him like this, you are belittling and insulting my demon clan, I must get justice for my demon clan!" Ji Meng frowned, his eyes were full of anger, and he said in a low voice to Yuan Lei.

"Justice, just because the Ru Demon Clan is also worthy of justice, it's just insulting!" Yuan Lei said in a dark voice, anger appearing between his eyebrows.

Ji Meng was furious all of a sudden, the flames in his eyes rose all of a sudden, and blazing flames erupted all over his body.

Ji Meng knew what Yuan Lei meant by the semantics, although Ji Meng did not personally participate in the 'deeds' of the demon clan slaughtering nearly 10 billion human races, but he also knew a lot about the details, and Ji Meng understood where Yuan Lei's anger came from. But Ji Meng knew that for the sake of the great cause of the demon clan, whether this qiē killing violated the way of heaven or not, he had to do it.

Ji Meng turned into a body of flames, the sound of dragon groans continued to sound, and one after another fire dragons rolled on Ji Meng's body, instantly raising Ji Meng's momentum to a peak.

"Roar!" A dragon roar came from Ji Meng's body, and Ji Meng rushed towards Yuan Lei with a steel fork in his hand.

Yuan Lei naturally did not retreat, and killed him with the sword of annihilation, and fought with Ji Meng, and the sword was deadly.

At this moment, Yuan Lei did not spare his hand, and launched an attack with all his might, which made Ji Meng, who was at his peak, who wanted to kill the Quartet, feel very difficult, and gradually fell behind, and was forced to switch from attack to defense.

Ji Meng's expression also became cloudy, but he didn't expect Yuan Lei to fight with him without going all out just now, which made Ji Meng feel humiliated and a little dazed.

"Flutter!" Between the firelight and sword shadows, Ji Meng, who was in a trance, finally lost his face, and was stabbed in the shoulder by Yuan Lei's sword, blood splashed, and the fire swelled. The Innate Divine Thunder invaded Ji Meng's body along the Tribulation Long Sword, making Ji Meng miserable.

On the other side, the Ying Zhao finally disappeared, and was completely swallowed up by the purple thunder light.

Due to Ying Zhao's carelessness, he was suddenly brought behind by the Daoist of Extermination, and smashed the purple electric hammer on Ying Zhao's vest, and suddenly purple light overflowed.

The purple thunder and lightning instantly invaded Ying Zhao's body, and Ying Zhao was caught off guard, and was destroyed by the purple thunder and lightning with the power of destruction, and the true spirit was also annihilated in the blink of an eye, and the dead could no longer die.

Then Lei Guang made a great effort, completely devouring the Ying Zhao, and wanted to completely destroy the last certificate in the world of the Ying Zhao Deposit. In the end, Ying Zhao's body disappeared under the annihilation of purple thunder.

Breaking through the shackles and achieving a quasi-saint should have been infinitely beautiful, and Ying Zhao could become one of the great emperors of the demon clan. It's a pity that Providence made demons, and I didn't experience the slightest scenery, so Ying Zhao fell like this, and became the first quasi-saint to fall in the decisive battle of the Lich.