The onlookers didn't see anything. After all, Mira the God and master Ling were standing there, and they couldn't see who would win or lose!

"Master Ling is really a rare genius in a thousand years. Mira the God lost!" An old man sighed and said, although they are several kilometers apart, they are the top ones who feel the victory or defeat!

"I didn't expect that Mira, the God of East Asia, lost in the end!" Another old man shook his head and sighed, then many strong people sighed!

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

"Haixia is really a holy land of martial arts. I didn't expect that a genius like master Ling could come out. Master Ling has been the first in East Asia ever since!"

On the surface of Danshui lake, Ling Feng and Mila stand looking at each other. Ling Feng looks at Mila and says faintly, "if you come up with the power of faith, plus your own cultivation and my best efforts, maybe you can fight with me, but now, you're neglecting!"

Mira is a genius, and Ling Feng is also on a daily mission. His power of space has reached the mechanism, which is very terrifying. But he should not fight Ling Feng. This East Asian God who has never failed feels defeat for the first time, and his body is seriously injured at this time!

"I didn't expect that I lost in the end. Maybe I should have known how I could be your opponent if I could conquer Xuanwu!" Mila laughed and said!

"Poof!"

Mira finally couldn't control the injury in her body. A big mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth. He half knelt on the lake and looked at Ling Feng and said, "but I don't regret it. It's really a great honor to fight with master Ling. It's the most enjoyable fight I've had in more than 200 years!"

Looking at Mila the God spitting blood, those who want to fight all know that Mila has lost. They are not tied. Many warriors can't believe that Mila the God is the belief of the whole East Asia and is known as the existence of the messenger of God. How can such people lose!

But the fact is that, just like when the king of Shenquan lost, the God in the hearts of the East Asian people lost!

"How can it be? It's impossible. Mila the God can't lose. He's fake. He must be fake!"

"I don't believe in the result. Mira the God must be fake!"

They didn't believe in this result, and they resisted it in their heart. Their inner myth lost, and many of them cried bitterly!

The atmosphere is very gloomy! No matter who they are, Mila is very surprised that she lost. Mila is the first existence in East Asia and is regarded as the closest existence to God. That's why she is regarded as the messenger of God! But now the angel of God actually lost, which for them is a huge blow!

"Ah, I didn't want to get a voice. I was pursuing immortality. In the end, it was a game of control. I lost!" Mira Feng sighed that he couldn't bear to be killed for long!

But the old man in front of him, Ling Feng respected him very much. Looking at him, Ling Feng said with a smile: "if you don't understand the cultivation, even if you give you a thousand years, it's just a waste of time for you. Like the king of Shenquan, you are pursuing longevity, but you don't understand the true meaning of life!"

"You're right. I made the same mistake as king Shenquan, so what should I do about life?" Mira light said, don't know is in self talk, or ask Ling Feng!

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