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What appeared before the six people was a beautiful garden landscape.

Several nine-curve bridges crisscross the huge lotus pond, and there are various small pavilions standing on the water. In the distance are waterside pavilions, towering ancient trees with wisteria entwined, and a faint fragrance exuding from the blooming flowers.

Cao Jun leaned over and looked at the bottom of the pool: "The water looks very clear, and it doesn't seem to be very deep."

Zheng Huaian looked around: "What does this mean? Invite you to come in? Do you want us to go to the other side?"

Nangong Xue made a move, and several ice cones shot straight towards the closed door. As expected, they were blocked by an invisible barrier, and the ice cones shattered and dissipated into the air.

"We have no way out. It seems we can only keep moving forward."

Luo Yiyi put the blue morpho butterfly into a jade box specially used to store living things, then put the jade box into the storage bag and patted the storage bag with satisfaction.

"Let's go, let's go. Is this what they call fighting against enemies with troops and blocking floods with earth?"

So, Nangong Xue still took the lead and stepped onto the Nine-Curve Bridge first, followed by Qi Gui and Luo Yiyi, then Mu She, and finally Cao Jun and Zheng Huaian.

When they arrived at the first pavilion, nothing happened and they rested briefly in the pavilion.

Cao Jun, who couldn't stand the loneliness, was puzzled: "What on earth is going on?"

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question, so Zheng Huaian simply interrupted his questioning.

"Don't ask. I believe we'll find the answer to the mystery in the end. It might be a tough battle then, so you should conserve your energy and save as much strength as possible."

Qi Gui looked at Luo Yiyi tenderly as she leaned on the railing and looked down at the bottom of the pool: "Brother, do you feel tired? Do you need me to carry you?"

Luo Yiyi shook her head: "Ghost, there are no fish in the water."

Mu She looked down and said: "When the water is too clear, there are no fish. Maybe the water is too clear, so there is no space for fish to survive."

Luo Yiyi nodded, not quite understanding: "But, Yiyi is in the water."

Mushe answered casually: "The calm water is like a mirror, or even clearer than a mirror, so of course it can reflect you."

Qi Gui's heartbeat paused when he heard this. He stepped forward, put his arms around Luo Yiyi's waist, and held her tightly in his arms, while frowning and looking down.

His sudden action attracted everyone's attention, and they all moved closer to the railing and looked at the bottom of the pool.

Mu She then realized something was wrong. He looked into the pond again and murmured in surprise, "It's really Yi Yi?"

Cao Jun looked at Luo Yiyi, who was wearing Liu Xing's shell, in disbelief, and then looked at Luo Yiyi's true face reflected in the pool.

"What's going on? Is there something strange about this pool? Why can it reflect the original appearance of our great-grandmaster?"

Luo Yiyi made faces into the water, and her reflection in the water made the same movements, without any difference.

Zheng Huaian speculated: "Could it be that this lotus pond can see through all disguises and reflect people's true colors?"

Just when they all thought so, Luo Yiyi took something out of her storage bag and quickly stuffed it into her mouth, and her reflection followed suit.

Then, Luo Yiyi stuck out her tongue at her reflection, and the reflection also stuck out its tongue. However, she didn't expect that Luo Yiyi's tongue suddenly stretched out to one meter long, while the tongue of the reflection was only a normal length.

Pulling away the fake tongue used specifically for pranks, Luo Yiyi pointed at the reflection and shouted, "The movements are different, it's fake!"

While Cao Jun was still shocked by the fake tongue prop, Qi Gui had already lifted Luo Yiyi from the ground with one hand and slapped the bottom of the pool with the other hand.

The palm wind carrying spiritual power hit the water surface, causing huge waves. Then a figure rushed out from the waves and attacked Qi Gui directly.

Nangong Xue shouted: "Be careful! There must be others!"

Following her reminder, several dark shadows emerged silently from the pool behind everyone and attacked different people.

There was no time to hesitate, and several people responded calmly and in an orderly manner.

Since Liu Xing was one centimeter taller than Qi Gui, it was extra difficult for him to hold him with one hand, but Qi Gui's face remained calm and he moved flexibly.

Luo Yiyi stood still obediently, and had the leisure to observe the enemy that appeared.

These people all look exactly the same, with typical cannon fodder faces in TV dramas. They all have expressionless faces and dull eyes, like puppets being controlled by someone.

No blood flowed from their bodies after they were cut and scratched, and even Nangong Xue's sword stabbing into their chests only slightly hindered their movements.

Fortunately, they were not real people, and their mechanical movements were eventually discovered by Qi Gui. His eyes were as dark as ink, and he turned his wrist and chopped off the opponent's head with a sword.

The head fell to the ground, and the dummy turned into a white paper man. With a burst of blue fire, the paper man was instantly burned to ashes and was blown into the pool by an inexplicable wind.

Qi Gui shouted to the others, "Just chop off their heads!"

Cao Jun was surprised: "What? Beheading? Isn't that too cruel?"

Nangong Xue did not hesitate at all. Her eyes flashed and she swung her sword to chop off the head of the dummy in front of her. The second dummy burned itself to death and disappeared.

Without taking a breath, she immediately went to support Mu She. Although she had no offensive power, Mu She's skills in saving his life and escaping were first-rate.

Cao Jun saw it from the corner of his eye and immediately shouted: "Qi Gui! Come and help!"

Qi Gui eliminated the third dummy and refused directly upon hearing this: "If I go to help, your Beidou will cry."

Cao Jun wanted to cry but had no tears: "I'm going to cry! Even though this is a fake person, it still looks like a human being. How can I bear to chop off its head?"

With the help of Qi Gui, Zheng Huaian successfully chopped off the dummy's head, panting and mocking Cao Jun: "If you can't do it, then join them."

Cao Jun was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Zheng Huaian recovered his breath and said in a deliberately cold voice: "Go to hell."

"...Aaaaaaaaa! I'm going to fight you!"

Cao Jun turned his grief and anger into strength, and finally broke through his psychological barriers, chopping off the dummy's head with shaking hands. Watching the dummy disappear, his legs weakened and he suddenly fell to the ground.

"This is horrible, what on earth is this?"

Zheng Huaian walked over and kicked him: "You have to get used to this kind of fighting and killing life as soon as possible. Cultivation is not a game of house. It is often either you die or I die."

Cao Jun wiped his face and got up from the ground with the support of Zheng Huaian: "I know what you said. Give me some time and I will adapt."

Zheng Huaian deliberately said: "I hope you can adapt to it sooner. Who knows, maybe the next time you have to chop off a living person's head?"

Thinking of that scene, Cao Jun shuddered all over and tears were streaming down his face.

After the inexplicable battle just now, everyone felt tired but instead developed a fighting spirit, and their steps towards the next pavilion became more determined than before.

Arriving at the second small pavilion, they stood in a circle in the middle with their backs to each other, alertly, waiting for the upcoming second battle.

Luo Yiyi, who was surrounded in the middle, was puzzled: "Why do you think there will be a second battle?"

"..."

The five people suddenly realized what had happened and looked at each other in embarrassment.

Why on earth would it be taken for granted that a fight would take place in every pavilion?