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Chapter 343 Outrageous! How to suppress an evil god like this?

Chen You was half-buried in the pile of stones, and the cold wind whipped snowflakes against his face.

He looked at the 50,000 players in front of him, then at the glaring "Heroes' Song" on the system panel, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

"A wandering spirit?" Supa cautiously approached, his rough hands rubbing against the animal skin skirt.

"You just said you wanted to borrow some yang energy?"

"It's not that kind of yang energy." Chen You quickly interrupted the orc berserker's dangerous thoughts.

He adjusted his breathing, making his voice sound weaker and more weathered, conveying a tragic sense of having seen through the illusions of the world.

"The power of the evil god is too great; my very essence has been damaged."

Chen You raised his head slightly, his gaze passing over the crowd and looking at the hazy sky.

"Now, I need to activate an ancient array to suppress the filth here."

"The activation of the grand formation requires your resonance."

"How do we resonate? Bleeding or fighting monsters? Just say the word, and I won't even flinch!" A knight player in the crowd roared, raising his shield.

"No need for bloodletting." Chen You lowered his eyes. "I need you to recite with me a lost ancient demon-suppressing incantation."

"A secret spell?" Supa was taken aback, then his face turned solemn.

"Got it! It's that kind of incantation spell that requires a high degree of mental concentration, right? Wanderer, teach us!"

The 50,000 players fell silent instantly, holding their breath.

Many people even used special props to record the video, preparing to capture this historically significant moment.

The ancient secret incantation personally taught by the wandering god might allow one to comprehend some mythical skill!

Chen You closed his eyes and mentally cursed the system's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"This secret incantation is called 'The Great Hero's True Technique for Subduing Demons and Suppressing Prisons.'" Chen You's voice was deep and resonant.

"When reciting, one must focus one's breath on the dantian, speak in a booming voice, and have an unwavering determination."

"The Great Hero's Prison-Suppressing Demon-Subduing True Technique..." Supa muttered to himself, "Just the name exudes domineering power!"

"Listen carefully to the first sentence." Chen You gritted his teeth and went all out.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, and roared in an almost grief-stricken tone:

"The great river flows eastward!"

The cold wind howled.

The bottom of the moat was deathly silent.

Fifty thousand players stared at each other in disbelief.

Supa scratched his bald head vigorously and asked cautiously, "Wandering spirit... this term doesn't sound quite right?"

"This is the essence of simplicity!" Chen You said calmly, giving Su Pa a cold glance.

"The great river represents the long river of time; its eastward flow signifies the irreversible law of heaven and earth."

"This sentence is about borrowing power from the Heavenly Dao, understand?!"

Supa trembled as Chen You's sharp gaze swept over him, and he immediately straightened up: "Understood! You're brilliant!"

"Next line," Chen You continued, trying to deceive him, "The stars in the sky point to the Big Dipper!"

"I understand that!" A mage player in the crowd excitedly raised his staff. "This is the essence of Star Magic! Drawing upon the power of the Big Dipper!"

"You have good comprehension." Chen You nodded slightly, giving his approval.

The players immediately became incredibly excited, as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

It turns out that these seemingly simple lyrics actually contain such profound truths about cultivation and magic!

"Follow me, sing together... no, recite together!" Chen You raised his hand and waved it sharply.

"The great river flows eastward! The stars in the sky point to the Big Dipper!"

A chorus of 50,000 people resounded across the wasteland outside Cangxing City.

The roar was deafening, causing the surrounding snow to fall in a soft rustling sound.

Chen You stared intently at the system panel.

[Current progress of Yang energy extraction: 0.5%]

[Emotional Match Rate: 12%]

The progress bar was completely frozen, like it was dead.

Chen You couldn't help but furrow his brow.

He listened intently and instantly discovered the problem.

Among these 50,000 people, some were yelling at the top of their lungs, some were trying to act cute, and some were deliberately dragging out their tones to make a funny face.

Even worse, most of them were completely off-key, turning a majestic song like "Heroes' Song" into a parade of ghosts.

"Stop!" Chen You shouted.

The sound abruptly stopped.

The players looked at each other, unsure of what they had done wrong.

"The resonance of the grand formation requires absolute purity!" Chen You said coldly. "Just now, someone was not sincere, and the fluctuations of their magical power were extremely chaotic."

He raised his hand and pointed precisely at a female priest in a pink robe in the crowd.

"You, come out."

The female pastor paused, then pointed to herself: "Was that me, the procession leader?"

"It's you." Chen You said calmly.

"Why did you use vibrato and trills when you sang 'Shen Beidou'? Did you think this was a singing competition? This was suppressing an evil god!"

The female priest blushed and stammered, "I... our race is like this, we habitually use the dolphin-like vocal technique to try and increase the penetrating power of the spell..."

"The evil god doesn't need penetrating power, and the great formation doesn't need dolphin sounds." Chen You pointed to the outer perimeter. "You, step forward. The great formation doesn't need you."

Before the female priest could say anything more, several fanatical warrior players nearby had already given up.

"Didn't you hear the messenger tell you to get out?!"

"Exactly! Because of you alone, we almost ruined everything we'd worked for!"

"Hurry up and get out of here! Don't delay the procession of the gods suppressing the evil spirits!"

Several burly men grabbed the female pastor by the arms and dragged her outside.

The female pastor was so aggrieved that she burst into tears, but she did not resist.

Chen You watched this scene expressionlessly, feeling nothing at all, and even a little amused.

"Continue." Chen You waved again.

"Let's go! We all have what we need!"

Fifty thousand people roared in unison once again.

[Emotional Match Rate: 25%]

It's still not enough.

Chen You's eyes sharpened, and he called for a halt again.

He pointed to an assassin player on the left, completely shrouded in a black robe: "You, come out."

The assassin player exclaimed in surprise, "God, I didn't use any vocal transitions! I sang exactly in the original key!"

"You don't have any vocal transitions, but you have no emotion," Chen You coldly pointed out.

"When you sang 'All', your eyes darted around and your voice lacked power."

"Are you thinking about those few pieces of worn-out gear in your backpack? How can this kind of anxious, preoccupied mindset inspire the righteous spirit of heaven and earth?"

The assassin player's thoughts were exposed in public, and his face turned bright red.

"The Wanderer is right! You selfish bastard, you don't deserve to participate in epic quests!"

Supa was furious and kicked the assassin in the butt, sending him flying out of the crowd.

Chen You's gaze continued to sweep across the area.

"Hey archer, what are you chanting? This is a masculine incantation, and you're singing it all all effeminate? Get out!"

"Hey you goblin engineer, what are you chewing on? Eating garlic while chanting spells? Launching a biological attack on an evil god? Get out!"

"And you, the one with the greatsword! Why were you laughing just now? Suppressing an evil god is a serious matter, and this is your attitude? Get out of here!"

Chen You transformed into the most demanding talent show mentor, tapping his finger repeatedly.

Each time the traitor is pointed out, the surrounding players will attack him, quickly eliminating the "traitor" from the game.

Those who were named felt ashamed, while those who weren't named were filled with trepidation.

They were afraid that they would be disqualified from "saving the world" because of a single wrong note or a lack of expression.