Chapter 889: Refugee gathering place

Ding!
"Congratulations on the only chance to gain skill synthesis."
Ye Li was stunned, thinking that the god-level skills are not the highest?
"Congratulations to the host as a god-level genetic talent."
God-level genetic talent?
Ye Li spread his hands and found that the white aura was no longer there, instead of a black magic.
He thought that this should be the magic energy he should have.
Without much thought, Ye Li began to combine the three god-level skills of Jue Tian Yi Jian, Tian Jian Jue, and Tian Mo Quan into one.
"Start of synthesis:"
"10%...30%...60%...100%."
"Successful synthesis, the three god-level skills have become S god-level skills Xuantianba magic sword."
S God-level skills?
Ye Li thought this was a bit interesting.
"Congratulations to the host for becoming a third-order sky-passer."
The sound of the system appeared again in Ye Li's mind, and no one was lucky.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a super treasure map."
"This……"
Ye Li almost stunned, wondering what kind of luck it was.
Without hesitation, Ye Li opened the Super Treasure Map.
The coordinates appeared in Ye Li's mind.
He thought that the poor spirit had returned to the poor monarchy, and he had to become a stronger person. Only then would he have enough strength to possess the poor spirit.
Subsequently, Ye Li urged a hundred steps to move towards the coordinates in his mind.
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In the meantime, he once again let the armies of the last days go out to gather zombies.
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Ye Li arrived at a refugee gathering place. The refugee gathering places were all refugees from all over the place. The base city refused to accept them.
Refugee gathering places are much more terrifying than those in the base city. There are no legal restrictions here, and some are just weak meat and strong food. Here, every day, people can lose their lives because of food competition.
Ye Li had just arrived on the street where the refugees gathered, and found that many people looked at him with bad intentions. Perhaps he thought he was a rich master.
The coordinates of Ye Li's angry person disappeared again.
"Smelly girl, dare to steal my wallet, I will kill you!"
A middle-aged and sturdy man is raising his hand, ready to slap in the face of a little girl.
The little girl's dirty face was full of horror, so-called despair.
Ye Lizheng walked to the middle-aged man, perhaps he felt Ye Li's distinctive atmosphere. He didn't slap in the face of the little girl, but looked at Ye Li.
"You, shouldn't you be a refugee gathering place?" The middle-aged man said to Ye Li.
"Keep off." Ye Li slowly said two words.
The middle-aged man was stunned, thinking of this stunned youth, designating a lot of money, and being so arrogant in the refugee gathering place, really looking for death.
"Boy, I'm a ghost." The middle-aged man said proudly to Ye Li.
Ye Li's face was calm like water, and he looked at the middle-aged man lightly.
"If you don't let go, you will die."
"what?"
The middle-aged man was shocked, and he never expected Ye Li to say such things.
"Boy, you are playing with fire, you know..."
The middle-aged man hadn't finished his words, but he could never finish the sentence. There was a shocking blood hole on his forehead.
"The majesty of the devil cannot be trampled." Ye Li spoke slowly.
As the sound fell, Ye Li continued to walk forward.
The refugees on the street were dumbfounded. They didn't even notice what was going on. Why did this middle-aged man die?
Do they think Ye Li did it?
But you know that middle-aged men are ghosts!
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