God-level zombie synthesis system of the end of the world

Chapter 889

Ding!
"Congratulations for getting the only chance to combine skills."

Ye Li was taken aback, wondering if the god-level skills weren't the highest?

"Congratulations to the host for becoming a god-level genetic talent."

God-level genetic talent?

Ye Li spread out his hand, and found that the white aura was no longer there, replaced by a black demonic aura.

He thought that this should be the devilish energy he should have.

Without thinking too much, Ye Li began to combine the three god-level skills of Jue Tian Yi Jian, Tian Jian Jue, and Tian Mo Fist into one.

"Synthesis started:"

"10%...30%...60%...100%."

"Successfully synthesized, the three god-level skills have become the S god-level skill Xuantianba Demon Sword Art."

God-level skills?
Ye Li thought this was a bit interesting.

"Congratulations to the host for becoming a Tier [-] Celestial Master."

The voice of the system appeared in Ye Li's mind again, this is no luck.

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

"This……"

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

Without hesitation, Ye Li opened the super treasure map.

The coordinates appeared in Ye Li's mind.

He thought that Qiongling had returned to the Qiongqi royal family, and he had to become a stronger person, only then would he be strong enough to own Qiongling.

Afterwards, Ye Li moved his mind to walk a hundred steps towards the coordinates in his mind.

……

During this period, he once again let the Doomsday Legion go out to gather zombies.

Ye Li arrived at a refugee gathering place, and the refugee gathering place was full of refugees from all over the world, and the base city refused to take them in.

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

As soon as Ye Li arrived at the street where the refugees gathered, he found that many people looked at him with ill intentions, maybe they thought that Ye Li was a rich master.

The coordinates in Ye Li's mind disappeared again.

"Smelly girl, if you dare to steal my wallet, I will beat you to death!"

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

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

And Ye Lizheng walked to the side of the middle-aged man, perhaps because he sensed Ye Li's unique aura, he didn't slap the little girl in the face, but looked at Ye Li.

"You, you shouldn't be from the refugee gathering place, right?" the middle-aged man said to Ye Li.

"Get out of the way." Ye Li said two words slowly.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, thinking to himself that this stunned young man, who has a lot of money, is still so arrogant in a refugee gathering place, he really wants to die.

"Boy, I'm a man of ghosts." The middle-aged man said to Ye Li proudly.

Ye Li's face was as calm as water, and he looked at the middle-aged man indifferently.

"If you don't get out of the way, you will die."

"what?"

The middle-aged man was shocked, he never expected Ye Li to say such words.

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

The middle-aged man didn't finish his sentence, but he could never finish his sentence. There was already a shocking blood hole on his forehead.

"The majesty of the devil cannot be trampled on." Ye Li said slowly.

The sound fell, and Ye Li continued to walk forward.

The refugees on the street were dumbfounded. They didn't pay attention to what was going on. Why did the middle-aged man die?
They wondered if Ye Li did it?
You must know that the middle-aged man is a ghost!

(End of this chapter)