112 Condensing The Golden Wheel Of Expiation?

"Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet?"

Wei Lin was stunned.

Figures appeared at the entrance to the north gate, all of whom were his subordinates who were recognizable.

'Why did all of my men come here?'

'What's happening?'

'What Dao expert? Hey, make yourselves clear.'

Wei Lin had no idea what happened, but he felt that something was amiss.

However, at this moment, a golden figure appeared, shrouded in golden light like a divine soldier who descended from heaven.

He lifted his hand and cast a Golden Light of Expiation that expiated the Fiendcelestial Cult disciples who were fleeing, thoroughly.

"Damn, Daoist Master?"

Wei Lin was dumbfounded.

'Speak of the devil. Who wouldn't be shocked?'

Even Sikong Jiantian was dumbstruck, let alone Wei Lin.

Daoist Master!

He really didn't expect that there would be such a young Daoist Master in a small place like Qingzhou.