Chapter 812: Treasure Hunting

Prince Joe estimated that even if the Pope understood his purpose later, it would not matter, and when the time came, he would be able to successfully erase the Pope's soul brand and take the scepter for his own use.

It can be said that without the devouring ability of the Love Cup, it would be almost impossible for Prince Qiao to subdue the scepter, because the Pope is still alive, as long as he is alive, it will be difficult for the soul imprint to disappear, and with Prince Joe's current cultivation, he does not have that ability.

At this time, the magic wand had already taken Qin Ziyu and the others, who had been imprisoned, to the clouds in the sky, and after the appearance of Wang Ziqiao's deity, the expressions of these people suddenly changed greatly.

"Prince Joe?" Qin Ziyu was terrified, at this time, he, like the rest of the people, was all restrained by a wind system, and he couldn't move at all.

"Qin Ziyu, can't you think of it?" Prince Qiao said with a smile.

"Wang Ziqiao, I didn't expect that you are still unwilling to let us go when we fled abroad, if you want to kill or chop, whatever!" By now, Qin Ziyu has already realized that it is impossible for him to live anymore.

"I won't kill you, but you must be my slaves!" Prince Qiao smiled lightly.

"Don't you think about it!" Qin Ziyu refused.

"In that case, then I can only kill you!" As soon as Wang Ziqiao's figure flickered, he came to Qin Ziyu and raised his hand on the top of Qin Ziyu's head.

"Ahh You? Don't kill me! Qin Ziyu suddenly exclaimed.

"Hehe, aren't you afraid of death? Why are you begging for mercy? Prince Joe scoffed.

Qin Ziyu's face was cloudy, and he could only say helplessly: "You say, how can you let me go?" ”

"I won't kill you, the strong have the rules of the strong, since I promised others, naturally I won't disobey it, hide your soul now!" Wang Ziqiao's spiritual power penetrated into Qin Ziyu's soul space.

Qin Ziyu's expression was painful, even if he wanted to defend, it was almost impossible, and his soul was cut off with some pieces and was coerced out by Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao took out a soul contract scroll from the corner of the space ring, took some of Qin Ziyu's blood, and successfully signed the contract.

When Wang Ziqiao's eyes were on Qin Feng's body, Qin Feng's face changed greatly, he looked at Wang Ziqiao in horror, and said hurriedly: "Don't kill me, I am willing to be your slave!" ”

"Did I say I'm going to kill you?" Prince Joe smiled.

"You? You don't kill me? Qin Feng didn't believe Wang Ziqiao's words, looking at Qin Ziyu's painful convulsions, he guessed that Wang Ziqiao would definitely not let go of himself and the others, he just wanted to torture for a while.

Wang Ziqiao looked Qin Feng up and down, and nodded: "I haven't seen you for many days, you can actually reach the sixth level, it seems that you have also received a lot of benefits from the Pope, and your potential in the future is also very great, and it is not bad to be a slave, after all, the Qin family in Huaxia still has a certain amount of influence, and I can't kill them all, however, you and your grandfather can control the Qin family, can't you!" ”

After hearing this, Qin Feng knelt down on the void and prostrate in front of Wang Ziqiao: "Master, master, I will be your slave in the future, you can let me do anything, I will never go against your will!" ”

"I hope so!" Prince Qiao said lightly.

With the improvement of his cultivation, the slave contracts that can be signed have also increased a lot, and Qin Ziyu, Qin Feng, and the Three Musketeers have become the slaves of Prince Qiao.

In the end, Wang Ziqiao's gaze fell on Wei Wuya's body.

Wei Wuya's soul was reborn in the peach wood, incarnated as a tree demon, and with the help of the bull demon, he absorbed a large amount of demon qi, which was comparable to the late ninth level, and at this time, in the hands of Wang Ziqiao, he was still like a child.

He has a monstrous hatred for Prince Joe, and after being trapped, his body transforms between the sword form and the mahogany, trying to break free from the shackles of the magic staff.

But any of his struggles were in vain.

In Wang Ziqiao's magic wand, spiritual power had already diffused, forcibly entering the peach wood, and the human emperor used his furious flames, and the purple flames wrapped Wei Wuya's soul.

Wei Wuya couldn't make a sound, his soul roared miserably, struggling desperately, but it became weaker and weaker, and then empty, leaving no trace.

This peach wood is similar to Wang Ziqiao's magic wand, and it is even much stronger, since it can be pinned on Wei Wuya's clone, then, foreign souls can also lodge.

Using the rune spell, Wang Ziqiao imprisoned Wei Wuya's two souls of heaven and earth inside, and all the will and memories of the human soul were burned to death.

"Tingyu has a peachwood sword, although it can't be its distraction, but it can also be refined into a magic wand, and this peachwood heart has stored energy in the spiritual power space, it will be easier to make a magic wand, and it can be given to Junko when the time comes!" Wang Ziqiao said secretly and put the peachwood sword behind his back.

There is only one person left, the cardinal archbishop of the Temple of Light.

This person is infinitely close to the peak of the ninth level, and his cultivation in the Holy See should not be underestimated, looking at this person, Prince Qiao thought of another Ma De who was forcibly signed by him as a slave contract, if these two are united, plus two little saints, it must be very easy to control a Holy See without a pope.

"That's it!" Prince Qiao also didn't kill him, and forcibly signed the soul contract again, although it was not easy, but with the love cup, everything became very simple.

Prince Joe was not in a hurry to go back, but returned to the Holy See with these people, and under the restrained aura, coupled with the cooperation of the cardinal archbishop, no one knew.

Sitting in the papal seat in the main hall, the cardinal archbishop stood in front of Prince Joe.

"What's your name?" Prince Joe asked.

"Back to the master, my name is Colin!" The white-haired archbishop said.

"You should know where the Pope's treasures are hidden, right?" Prince Joe smiled.

However, the archbishop named Colin shook his head: "We don't know about the Pope, he won't tell us where his treasure is hidden!" ”

"What about holy water? Where is the holy water? Prince Qiao asked, at the same time, his spiritual power was also probing the entire Holy See one by one, however, he found that there was nothing left in the basement where Luo Hongyu was imprisoned last time, which showed that this Pope was also very cunning, and he had long been prepared for Prince Qiao to come and steal it.

"Back to the master, according to the slave's knowledge, this holy water is condensed by the Pope using a special secret method and the power of faith, and the entire Holy See can only condense a drop every hundred years, the last holy water was used by Luo Hongyu, and the rest seems to have been used by the Pope himself, because the last time he fought with the master, the Pope seemed to have suffered a lot of damage!"

"Wouldn't it? Last time I saw Luo Hongyu, she was wrapped in a ball of water, and your drop of holy water is too big, isn't it? Prince Qiao was surprised.