The onlookers didn't see anything, after all, the Divine Mira and Master Ling were standing there well, and they couldn't tell who they were winning and who was losing!

"Master Ling is really a genius that is rare in a thousand years, the Divine Mira has lost!" an old man sighed and said, although they were separated by a distance of thousands of meters, their group of top powerhouses still felt the victory!

"I didn't expect that in our East Asian mythology, the god Mira lost in the end!" another old man shook his head and sighed, and then many strong people sighed!

"Master Ling is so strong, I really don't know who else can fight with him!"

"Haixia is really a holy land of martial arts, I didn't expect to be able to come out with a genius like Master Ling, the first in East Asia will be Master Ling from now on!" On the surface of the freshwater lake, Ling Feng and Mira stood looking at each other, Ling Feng looked at Mila and said lightly: "If you come up and use the power of faith plus your own cultivation and go all out with me, then you may have the strength to fight with me, but now, you are negligent!" Mira is a genius, this Ling Feng is also on a daily mission, his spatial power has reached the mechanism, it is very terrifying, but he should not fight with Ling Feng, this East Asian god who has never failed, for the first time, he felt defeat, and his body was seriously injured at this time!

"I really didn't expect that I lost in the end, maybe I should have known a long time ago, how could I be your opponent if I could submit Xuanwu!"

"Poof!" Mira finally couldn't suppress the injury in his body, a large mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and he half-knelt on the lake, looked at Ling Feng and said: "But I don't regret it, it's really an honor to be able to fight with Master Ling, this is the most enjoyable battle I have fought in more than two hundred years!" Watching the god Mira vomit blood, all the warriors who want know that Mira lost, they are not a tie, many warriors can't believe it, the god Mira is the belief of the entire East Asia, known as the existence of the messenger of the gods, how can such a person lose!

But this is the case, just like when the God Fist King was defeated, the God in the hearts of the East Asian people lost!

"How is this possible, impossible, the god Mira can't lose, he is fake, it must be fake!"

"I don't believe in this result either, this god Mira must be fake!" They don't believe in this result, and they resist it in their hearts, the myth in their hearts has lost, and many warriors are crying bitterly!

No matter who of them is concerned, Mira is very surprised that she loses, Mira is the first existence in East Asia, known as the existence closest to God, so she is known as the God, the messenger of God!

But now that the Messenger of God has lost, this is a huge blow to them!

"Hey, I didn't expect to get a word from me, I was in pursuit of immortality, and in the end, it was still a game, and I actually lost!" Mira sighed, he was already seriously injured, even if Ling Feng didn't kill him, he wouldn't be alive for long!

But this old man in front of him, Ling Feng respected him very much, Ling Feng looked at him and said with a smile: "You don't understand the cultivation at all, even if you are given a thousand years, it will be just a waste of time for you, you are the same as the Divine Fist King, you are pursuing immortality, but you don't understand the true meaning of life!"

"You're right, I and the Divine Fist King have both made the same mistakes, so what should we do with life!" Mira said lightly, not knowing if she was talking to herself or asking Ling Feng!