He stared at the black filaria in the transparent barrier carefully for a while.
"What is this?" Yin Ji asked with a frown.
"I thought it was a worm, and I read all the classics, but it's not." The King of Hell frowned and said, "It may not have an entity."
It has no entity, but is extremely evil. It is equivalent to the existence of evil spirits in hell, but it is not like evil spirits.
If it is an evil spirit, the King of Hell himself can completely suppress it.
It was because he wasn't that the King of Hell came to Yin Ji.
Yin Ji took the transparent ball of light and said in a deep voice: "You want me to... purify it?"
The King of Hell nodded: "Yes, purification and salvation."
He took a step back, looked at Yin Ji, and said, "Try it."
Among all the humans he knew, Yin Ji was the most profound in Buddhist practice, and his power was naturally the purest.
If this is really not an entity, but just an evil thing in form, only Yin Ji is the most likely to purify and transcend it.
Yin Ji looked at the black filaria worm in the transparent barrier in her hand and frowned.
An unfathomable force began to spread into the transparent barrier, trying to purify the black filaria.
Under the sight of the King of Hell, Yin Ji constantly purified and liberated the evil-like black filament worm.
As time passed by, the original cold gaze of the King of Hell deepened bit by bit, becoming more and more silent.
A stick of incense has passed.
The black filaria worm is already active in the transparent barrier, squirming quietly.
Useless.
Even Yin Ji's profound Buddhist teachings have not successfully purified it.
Yama Jun's face turned even colder.
"It doesn't seem possible."
Yin Ji didn't say anything, her sword eyebrows formed into the character "Chuan", and she suddenly mobilized all her strength and poured it into the barrier.
Upon seeing this, the King of Hell held down the transparent barrier and said solemnly: "You are consuming your merit."
The fact that he can stay well in hell now is all due to his great merits and the power of his soul that has not dissipated.
It's too risky for Yin Ji.
Yin Ji said calmly: "I have to give it a try."
He didn't allow such weird things to exist in Xixi's mind.
Seeing Yin Ji's persistence, the King of Hell looked at him deeply, and then let go of his hand bit by bit.
All the power that Yin Ji raised was poured into the transparent barrier.
The next moment, the black filaria seemed to have encountered some natural enemy, and its body that had been slowly squirming began to struggle fiercely.
After a while, the black filarial worm, which was originally only as long as a silk thread, became smaller and thinner than a hair!
If it weren't for the barrier trapped by the King of Hell, he wouldn't have been able to spot this thing thinner than a hair if he looked at it wrongly.
Yin Ji withdrew her strength, staggered a bit, and finally stood still, with relief on her face.
"Can."
Yin Ji said: "I can, it has become smaller."
You can transform it!
The King of Hell glanced at Yin Ji and shook his head: "No."
Yin Ji was puzzled. He slightly raised his lips, and his arrogant and evil handsome face looked a bit ruffian: "You are questioning my ability."
The King of Hell said calmly: "If this is the only one, you have no problem at all."
After a pause, the King of Hell looked quietly at Yin Ji's blood-red eyes: "Ye Muxi and Xiao Shu have tens of thousands of them."
Yin Ji: "..."
The King of Hell said solemnly: "Your current strength can only maintain your survival in hell."
Yin Ji pursed her lips and turned her head slightly. This time, she saw Mu Xi hidden in billions of crystal balls at a glance, her voice full of determination.
"I can."
Of course the King of Hell hopes that Yin Ji can do it.
Because he didn't want something like evil spirits to leave any sequelae in Xiao Shu's mind.
The King of Hell was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Is it still too late to study Buddhism now?"
Yin Ji raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him doubtfully.
The King of Hell raised the barrier in his hand: "I also have people I want to take responsibility for."
Yin Ji: "..."
He narrowed his eyes and unsurprisingly disliked the King of Hell: "You can't do it, you're too old."
The King of Hell lowered his eyes and curled his lips coldly: "I have to give it a try."
He used what Yin Ji had just said to block Yin Ji's words.
Yin Ji waved her hand: "It's up to you. Where is Xixi? I'll go purify her now!"
Since this is an evil spirit hidden in her mental power, it is a time bomb that will explode in her spiritual world if she is not careful. Yin Ji thinks it is better to help Xixi purify it as soon as possible.
The clone and the main body share the same spiritual world, and Yin Ji can directly evolve on the clone that Xixi left in hell.
The King of Hell frowned: "Yin Ji, you..."
Yin Ji turned her back, interrupted the King of Hell, and said coldly: "I told you, I can do it."
He no longer gave the King of Hell a chance to speak and left directly, planning to find Xixi's clone himself.
The King of Hell looked at Yin Ji's back without hesitation, and moved his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end he still had no words.
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Hell File Room.
Yin Ji thought Xixi's clone would also like to stay here.
But after entering the file room, he did not see Xixi, but a man in the corner who completely hid himself in the darkness.
Yin Ji walked over, hiding in the darkness, and looked at him quietly with a pair of eyes through the darkness.
It was a pair of emotionless eyes, like a puppet.
If he were a normal person, he would be frightened.
But Yin Ji is not.
He came to the man.
After the man in the darkness saw Yin Ji coming over, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. The smile was a little weird and a little confused.
"Xiao Zhan, why did you come to see me?"
Yin Ji did not correct his title, but called in a low voice: "Uncle."
Song Qinghan smiled: "Xiao Zhan, you have changed a bit. You were so cute before!"
Yin Ji said: "I am also very cute now."
Song Qinghan smiled again: "Hmm... Well, Xiaozhan, is your coffin still there? Does it mean that as long as a person is put into your precious coffin, after a thousand years, they will come back to life?"
"If I could." Yin Ji looked down at herself: "I wouldn't be who I am now."
Song Qinghan's tone suddenly dropped: "So it's not possible..."
Yin Ji was puzzled: "Uncle?"
Song Qinghan's tone was disappointed: "It can't be... It turns out it can't be..."
Yin Ji looked down and saw Song Qinghan hiding in the darkness, with messy wooden boards lying at his feet.
It turned out that he had dismantled all the bookshelves in the scroll room and planned to use those bookshelves to piece together a coffin.
Song Qinghan is almost finished, although the coffin is very crude.
Sensing Yin Ji's gaze, Song Qinghan chuckled: "Look, what I did is good, right? My daughter was born with a rich daughter. She has been rich since she was a child. This is the wood for laying files in hell, and it must have a very strong power. The power may be the same as that of your coffin. After a thousand years, Xiao Zhan came back to life... "
Yin Ji didn't know who Ah Nu was. When he heard what he said, Yin Ji said in a deep voice: "Uncle, Xiao Zhan has never lived."
From the beginning, he was a dead man, just a zombie.