My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Ji Yiyi shouted with a loyal look.

Zhong Qing looked at the twelve demon generals in front of him with satisfaction.

Although he knew in advance that the Twelve Demons would inevitably see a surge in strength after training in the Time Pagoda.

But unexpectedly, everyone has now become a Venerable.

This undoubtedly gave him a big surprise.

He even couldn't help but think that if he put all his disciples into the Time Pagoda for training for a few years, his cultivation level would probably increase rapidly and it would be difficult to stop.

Zhong Qing kept this matter in mind and planned to make arrangements when he returned.

For now, let’s deal with the matter of the Twelve Demon Generals first.

He pondered for a moment, then said in a long voice, "When I brought you out from the Land of the Fallen Demons, due to limited resources, I could only find a pair of poultry bodies for you."

"Now I have found a new batch of bodies for you. Come with me and take a look!"

As soon as these words came out!

A look of joy flashed across the faces of the twelve demon generals.

For Zhong Qing, less than a year had passed.

But for them, a full eight hundred years have passed!

It is undeniable that by practicing here, one’s strength level does grow rapidly.

But compared to improving their strength, the twelve demon generals would rather follow Zhong Qing and dominate the world.

Now that Zhong Qing can find new bodies for them, what does this prove?

This proves that they still have a certain weight in Zhong Qing's heart.

This surprised and delighted them.

"Thank you, Master!"

They all kowtowed and expressed their gratitude.

Zhong Qing nodded, then glanced at the small world.

In today's small world, the rules are becoming more and more perfect.

The earth is full of vitality.

Behind the courtyard, chaotic energy was swirling.

From time to time, wisps of chaotic energy merge into this world.

However, it is now difficult to transform the small world relying solely on chaotic energy.

Its evolution has reached a certain bottleneck.

Zhong Qing had a hunch that if the small world could get one step closer, it would definitely bring him a big surprise.

However, if you want to take a step further, it takes time, opportunity, and even chance.

This thing cannot be forced.

He did not stay for long. With a flash, he led the twelve demon generals, except Hei Bai, straight out of the small world.

He was alone when he went in, and came out with twelve demon generals.

But there are fourteen figures.

The Scarecrow had somehow infiltrated the team of the Twelve Demon Generals.

Zhong Qing looked at the scarecrow and cursed with a smile.

"You guy!"

He didn't even know when the other party appeared.

The scarecrow bowed to Zhong Qing.

Then his eyes looked straight into the distance, where something seemed to be attracting him.

"Big brother, you're here too!"

The twelve demon generals looked at the scarecrow, a look of surprise appearing on their faces.

At the same time, there are some restless moves.

Their strength had not yet recovered, and they were almost killed instantly by Scarecrow's sword.

Now, after a period of hard training, not only have their strengths been fully restored, but they have even improved by several levels.

At this moment, the twelve demon generals really wanted to try, can they withstand a blow from the eldest brother?

With the appearance of the Twelve Demon Generals and the Scarecrow, the originally lifeless secret realm suddenly became full of vitality.

In front of a thousand-foot-long three-eyed phoenix dog corpse.

Feng Buqun looked at the twelve demon generals and the scarecrow that appeared in a rush.

Somewhat dumbfounded.

"Master, who are they?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the twelve demon generals all looked at Feng Buqun.

This made the latter frown.

At first, he was puzzled as to why his master would keep a group of poultry in one space.

Given my master's status and position, he should also raise some precious ancient species.

But now, as all eyes were focused on him.

He just felt that these seemingly insignificant poultry were actually terrifyingly strong.

He even had a premonition.

Any one of these poultry could beat him up.

For a moment, Feng Buqun felt inexplicably sad.