"I hope there won't be any mythical beasts..." When he took the stage, Yang Di looked strange and prayed silently.
The scene just now was too scary. A lot of ancient terrifying beasts appeared, including demigod beasts, and they all pounced on him to attack him.
Although those are not real existences, when they fight, they are still the same as real ones.
What Yang Di is worried about now is that if a golden dragon or a fire phoenix or other magical beast appears on the last stage, it will be completely impossible to fight.
A few seconds later, not far away, a golden figure appeared. The appearance was also unclear, but Yang Di was sure that it was a person.
The man's whole body was shrouded in golden mist. He had a muscular figure and mighty figure. He wore loose clothes and had a hazy face outline. He looked quite heroic.
Yang Di rubbed his eyes and found it hard to believe that there was no other opponent in this round. Could it be that his opponent was this golden figure?
Apart from being happy, Yang Di also became more solemn. He should indeed feel lucky that no divine beast appeared, but for some reason, he felt that this golden figure was extraordinarily terrifying.
Moreover, the aura exuding from this person is quite similar to him. To be precise, it is clearly a powerful and boundless physical aura!
But Yang Di can be sure that it is not the taste of a hegemonic body. He has successfully cultivated a hegemonic body himself, and he has endless interest in this kind of physique.
I don't know why, compared to his body that once activated, his domineering power leaks out and the air collapses, that golden figure and terrifying body aura are more restrained, and have a sacred charm, like a golden statue of the West.
The Buddha stands there, looking down at the heaven and the earth.
This kind of aura is clearly the same as the aura that was revealed in the passage before, but it is much stronger at a closer distance.
Apparently, the aura that blew up the fierce wind outside came from this golden figure, which shocked Yang Di.
What's even more incredible is that when he was staring at the golden figure, the latter's eyes seemed to be staring at him. Two golden rays shot out from the golden eyes, like the light of the golden sun, which was extremely dazzling.
To see through Yang Di.
"Hegemonic body... is worth fighting..." After a moment, the golden figure spoke slowly, a vicissitudes of voice, a little confused, but the roaring echo made Yang Di's eardrums hurt.
"Worth a fight?" Yang Di gasped. What on earth is this golden figure? How could he feel that he was looking down on him with such a tone? Moreover, his evaluation of the Overlord Body was only "worth a fight"!
This is undoubtedly a bit of a blow to Yang Di. In ancient times, there were endless legends about the Tyrant Body. Obviously, this golden figure is also known for his physical strength. Is he definitely qualified to say that?
boom!
At the moment when Yang Di was stunned, the golden figure moved, a golden fist punched out, and the terrifying power reappeared.
Yes, it was the one that forced Yang Di to fight with all his strength before. Unexpectedly, that golden fist was actually punched by this figure.
Yang Di did not dare to look down upon him at all. Although he was now much better than before, he still felt an inexplicable pressure on the true master of the golden fist.
boom!
Yang Di used his full strength to exert his dominance, his fists were burning like falling meteors, and he hit hard, but the result of one blow was that Yang Di still fell back.
And that golden figure stood there motionless, with the image of stars rotating on its golden fist.
This scene was shocking. After Yang Di stabilized his body, he became even more solemn. The opponent only punched out and did not use any extra Taoist skills. However, in the head-to-head encounter, he fell into a disadvantage.
What's even more incredible is that the aura exuding from this person's body clearly only looks like he is at the seventh level of the Soul Cultivation Realm.
The same was true for the previous situation. Those strange beasts and ferocious beasts, no matter how ferocious they were, their cultivation would never take advantage of him.
Of course, those monsters are not comparable to monks at this level of cultivation. They are clearly invincible at this level.
It is certain that any one of those strange beasts like Pixiu, Zhu Yan, and Yao Zhu just now is enough to sweep through a group of monks of the same realm.
Moreover, as rare beasts, they have an innately powerful physique. It is not easy for Yang Di to be able to compete with them now from a mediocre starting point and endure until the end of time.
The same is true for this golden figure now. The aura of cultivation at the seventh level of the Soul Cultivation Realm seems to have no meaning at all.
The feeling it gave Yang Di was simply that within the realm of spiritual nourishment, no existence could defeat it. Some of the feelings of the mysterious snow girl at the beginning were even greater than the pressure it brought to Yang Di.
It is said that the Snow Girl has not fully awakened her terrifying power, but this golden figure, standing in front of Yang Di, is like an insurmountable mountain.
That feeling is quite unpleasant.
After the golden figure knocked back Yang Di with one punch, he did not strike again, but showed a provocative wave, as if Yang Di was going to come first this time.
"Depend on!"
Yang Di complained and took action decisively. He did not take any chances. If he chose not to fight at this moment, I am afraid that the golden figure would go berserk and kill him in two or two blows, or clean up the ring.
"Watch the move!"
Yang Di no longer held back, and as soon as he took action, he used powerful means, and the light and shadow of a mighty and sacred giant ape shrouded his body.
What he received back then was a highly pure blood of the Holy Ape, so the imprint he felt from it was much more complete.
This move on Yang Di is no longer a simple loose hand, at least it is at the level of a small magical power. Yang Di has never used it before, but facing this golden figure, he has to deal with it seriously.
With one blow, the white vortex reverberated on Yang Di's arm. At the same time, the golden figure also moved, but it was still just a punch.
However, the opponent's punch was sharper. With one blow, mountains and rivers were shattered, like a blow that broke the earth.
boom!
Yang Di's Taoism was shattered, and his arm was in severe pain, as if it was about to break. He staggered back again, and faintly heard the sound of fracture.
"Nah! You've changed so much..." Yang Di was a little frightened. What on earth was the other party? It was so terrifying.
Since the completion of the Hegemony, Yang Di has not suffered such a major blow in this regard.
It was enough for the opponent to defeat him with powerful magical powers, but he only punched him and made him so temperless.
However, Yang Di did not lose confidence in the overlord body because of this. This golden figure had definitely reached a very terrifying level for his physical accomplishments.
If his hegemonic body reaches perfection, or reaches the state of transformation, he may not lose to the opponent in such a head-to-head contest.
boom!
This time, the golden figure took the initiative to attack, his long hair fluttering, and a golden storm swept through him with one punch.
Yang Di unleashed his true anger, no longer fighting with him, and directly used his magical power.
A thick ice cloud suddenly floated out as Yang Di raised his hand, instantly freezing the air. Even the momentum of the golden figure's impact was slowed down by the cold current.
However, that golden figure was really terrifying. The power of one punch seemed to be indestructible. It actually broke the white runes in the ice cloud and continued to bombard them.
Yang Di was never disappointed. He never felt that he was invincible, let alone when he encountered such a monster.
boom!
After using Bingyun, Yang Di continued to display his magical power, and the flames all over his body erupted, like a volcano booming, and the light and fire drowned everything.
This is one of the nine hegemonic magical powers that Yang Di mastered back then - Flame!
Currently, there are four types of tyrannical magical powers that Yang Di can use, and this is the second one.
Finally, the golden figure, under the impact of the terrifying pillar of fire, the power of the punch was dissipated. However, the golden figure seemed to have entered a serious fighting state, and no longer exchanged courtesy with Yang Di as before. In the flames, suddenly
Evolution tricks.
It was a strike of the palm knife, but the moment it was struck down, it stirred up golden rainbows, with such terrifying power that even Yang Di felt palpitations.
Without any hesitation, Yang Di took out the golden sword, and twenty-one sword energy condensed, slashing out a sword shadow, and clashed with it like a cloud and rain.
The combat power displayed by this golden figure's body was too terrifying. Yang Di was not stubborn. He was currently in a competition and needed to do everything possible to persevere until the end.
It is certain that the test of this level is much more terrifying than the previous eleven levels. The golden figure at the moment has obviously not shown his true strength yet, and is already forcing him to use his trump cards.
Even Yang Di is not sure whether he can pass the test.
Under the power of the Soul Sword, Yang Di barely blocked the attacks from the golden rainbows, but this made Yang Di look a little ugly.
He had used his true seal, even revealing his sword skills, and that golden figure was just a sword, but it was so terrifying.
That seems to be a kind of magical power, closely related to the body.
The next moment, the golden figure suddenly took action, and the surrounding golden mist rolled like a vast sea, annihilating everything. Despite Yang Di's move, he was still thrown away. His chest suffered a terrible impact, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered.
Spray blood column.
Yang Di was horrified and almost fell off the ring. Yinglong Taijutsu was used, and a pair of golden light wings appeared behind his back, which prevented him from falling.
He gritted his teeth, put away the golden sword, and prepared to fight with his body a few more times, feeling the terrifying power of the opponent and learning something from it.
He was not crazy, but completely lost his temper. After several rounds of fighting, Yang Di himself admitted that he was no match for this golden figure.
This golden figure did not take advantage of him in terms of realm, but his combat power was terrifying and unreal.
That feeling, like the resurrection of an ancient saint, is impossible to shake.
No matter how outstanding Yang Di was on the Nine Immortals Stage, he could only be considered outstanding among this generation at most, and he was not necessarily the strongest among his peers. If placed in the vast cultivation civilization, perhaps he was just a rice grain.
The light cannot be compared with those truly eternal wizards, let alone the legendary ancient saints and their power.