Chapter 889

Ding!

"Congratulations on your only chance to synthesize skills."

Ye Li is stunned, thinking whether God level skills are not the highest?

"Congratulations to the host for being a divine genetic talent."

God level genetic talent?

Ye Li spreads out his hand and finds that the white aura is no longer there, instead of a black one.

He thought that this should be his evil spirit.

Without much thought, Ye Li began to combine Jue Tian Yi Jian, Tian Jian Jue and Tian Mo Quan into one.

"Synthesis start:

" 10%... " 30%… 60%… 100%。”

"Successfully synthesized, the three divine level skills have become s divine level skills, xuantianba magic sword."

S God level skills?

Ye Li thinks it's interesting.

"Congratulations to the host on becoming a third-order Tongtian."

The sound of the system appears in Ye Li's mind, and this luck is no one.

"Congratulations to the host for a super treasure map."

"This..."

Ye Li almost gaped, thinking what kind of luck this is.

Without hesitation, Ye Li opened the super treasure map.

The coordinates appear in Ye Li's mind.

He thought that poor spirit returned to the poor and strange royal family, he had to become a stronger person, then he would have enough strength to have poor spirit.

Then, Ye Li urged God to walk a hundred steps toward the coordinates in his mind.

……

In the meantime, he once again let the last legion go out to gather the zombies.

Ye Li went to a refugee gathering place, where all the refugees gathered, and the base city refused to accept them.

The refugee gathering place is much more terrifying than the base city. There are no legal restrictions here. There are only the weak and the strong eat the strong. Every day here, people will lose their lives because of fighting for food.

As soon as Ye Li got to the street where the refugees gathered, he found that many people looked at him maliciously. Maybe he felt that Ye Li was a rich man.

Let ye leave the angry person, the coordinates in the mind disappear again.

"Stinky girl, if you dare to steal my purse, I'll kill you!"

A middle-aged strong man is raising his hand, ready to slap a little girl in the face.

The little girl's dirty face was full of horror, and so was despair.

And Ye Li is walking to the middle-aged man's side, perhaps feel the leaf from the different breath, he did not slap in the face of the little girl, but looked at Ye Li.

"You, you're not a refugee colony, are you?" The middle-aged man said to Ye Li.

"Get out of the way." Two words left the leaf slowly.

The middle-aged man was stunned and thought to himself that he had a lot of money. He was so arrogant in the refugee gathering place. He was really looking for death.

"Boy, I'm a ghost." The middle-aged man complacently said to Ye Li.

Ye Li's face is as calm as water. He looks at the middle-aged man lightly.

"If you don't get out of the way, you're going to die."

"What?"

The middle-aged man was shocked. He didn't expect Ye Li to say such a thing anyway.

"Boy, you are playing with fire, you know..."

The middle-aged man didn't finish his words, but he could never finish them. There was an amazing blood hole on his forehead.

"The majesty of the devil cannot be trampled upon." Leaves from the mouth slowly.

The sound falls, leaves leave to continue to walk forward.

The refugees on the street were gaping. They didn't notice what was going on. How could this middle-aged man die?

They wonder if ye Li did it?

You should know that the middle-aged man is a ghost!