114 The Golden Wheel of Expiation, Ancient Bodhi Tree

The ancient city of Qingzhou.

The venue of the Sword Dao Meet.

Tens of thousands of cultivators looked at Ye Ping in shock.

When Ye Ping's voice sounded, even Wei Lin couldn't help but look at him.

He simply did not believe that Ye Ping could condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation.

However, at this moment, as a gentle breeze blew past, a smile of epiphany appeared on Ye Ping's peerlessly handsome face.

In the next moment, Ye Ping opened his eyes.

At the same time, the Golden Light of Expiation vanished.

It was as if the entire Qingzhou Ancient City had slipped into eternal darkness.

"Hahahaha! You call this an epiphany? I really thought you had comprehended something, but I didn't think you were actually pretending to be impressive here, hahahaha!"

"If you can condense the Golden Wheel of Expiation, I, Wei Lin, will eat the poop of everyone in Qingzhou, hahahaha!"

Wei Lin sneered.